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Away Shy, reserved Alex has been content and absorbed in her work at the University. With no family and no close friends, she is selfsufficient and not interested in relationships until she meets Jeff and Devon, two cops who are investigating an assault on campus. Jeff and Devon are taken with Alex and think she might be their one. They set out to win her, introducing her to the pleasures of ménage and their dominance in the bedroom, unlocking her sexuality. Their relationship is intense and inspiring, and Alex falls in love with both of them, believing she has found her future until a terrible manipulation compounded by a lack of communication tears them apart. Can Alex make her way back into the world on her own, away from Devon and Jeff, or will they find her and convince her to forgive them? Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre Length: 57,964 words

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Allyson Young

MENAGE AMOUR

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Prologue It had all unraveled. Alex couldn’t get warm, couldn’t stop the shaking. The events of the night had taken everything from her, and now that she was safe and on her way away, she trembled in reaction. How had she found the strength, the resolve, to get here? She closed her eyes against the tears that streamed unchecked down her face, dripping from her chin and soaking the front of her new, nondescript hoodie. She hadn’t thought to buy Kleenex and sniffling was probably going to draw attention to her. She was huddled in the seat next to the window, affording her some privacy if she kept her face turned away from the other passengers as she wiped her nose on her sleeve. She still couldn’t believe she had made it on the train, away, away from them. Her heart was like a stone, yet she ached and ached, her whole self lost, but she was away.

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Chapter One “Miss Desjarlais?” Alex, startled, tried to focus on Detective Rust’s face and recall his last question. “Sorry, I…what was that?” she stuttered. Both Detectives Staples and Rust actually chuckled, and she flushed in embarrassment. “I asked if you had heard any rumours or complaints of women being harassed, stalked, or just feeling uncomfortable in general?” said Detective Rust. “Like right now?” she thought. “I haven’t heard, but then we are fairly isolated from campus. We work alone for the most part, too. That poor young woman only registered for a class. She didn’t attend.” Alex remembered little of the content of the questions being asked of her by the two detectives, only aware of what she bleakly recognized as lust overwhelming her while closeted with the two men, her body reacting in ways she had never felt before. Her throat felt parched and her heart beat faster, and she covered the pulse in her neck with her hand, aware that it would be clearly evident to these trained men, not wanting them to recognize her arousal. But those physiological reactions were the absolute least of her worries. Her labia tingled, and she could swear she could actually feel the lips swelling as her clitoris ached and fought free of its protective hood to further respond to the touch of the fabric of her panties. She had tried to fluff the folds of her sweatshirt out further from her breasts as the nipples hardened and thrust forward in an effort to cover her reaction to them. Holy hell, what was it with her? Two men, for God’s sake.

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Not one but two! Like they were conjoined or something in her desire for them. This was twisted, abnormal and she had to close the conversation and get away from them. This kind of thing simply didn’t happen to her. Devon Rust and Jeff Staples were detectives investigating a serious assault on two female students on campus and had interviewed her along with a dozen others on the faculty. Alex worked at the college, managing digs. The anthropology department was second to none, and Alex felt honoured to have obtained the position after only two years as an assistant instructor. Something had happened at the onset of that interview, something that all three of them recognized as electric, though Alex was now very clear that Devon and Jeff had made the leap well ahead of her. They were in their mid-thirties to her twenty-six years, more experienced, more aware of their own desires, and certainly more cognizant of what they wanted in a relationship. She had thought she was twisted and sick given the thoughts and feelings that spiralled through her upon meeting them in the small room provided by the college for the interviews. She hadn’t had sex but twice, for heaven’s sake, didn’t like the fumbling and mess. Detective Rust had intense blue eyes that seemed to look right through her clothes and guess her thoughts, too. His blond-streaked hair was clearly resistant to a comb, and she itched to touch it and push it off of his forehead and into place. His casual shirt hung over his dark pants, but even Alex could tell that those pants fit well, and if his muscled arms reflected his abs, well, one could only imagine. “If you pick up on anything, please call us,” said Detective Staples, offering her a card. He watched her run her thumb over the raised print and read it to herself. She turned it over and looked at the number written in ink. Seemingly confused, she looked up at both of them. ****

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Devon viewed the young instructor as if from a distance. He already knew she was special and felt the waves of interest coming off his partner. Alex’s blonde hair was caught up carelessly in one of those funny clips women wore these days, and her neck was long and graceful. Her skin was flawless, like porcelain, and thick black lashes framed her wide set gray eyes. Her nose was tiny above a thin upper lip, but that bottom lip of hers was succulent and pouty, made for a cock to balance on. He watched Jeff looking beyond her baggy sweatshirt and loose jeans. Her breasts had a gentle curve and, while not large, were sweetly rounded. All the tugging in the world on that sweatshirt didn’t hide her hard nipples. He just knew her ass would be rounded, too, and he wondered if she shaved her pussy or if her curls were shining and blonde to match her head. He thought he picked up a faint scent of arousal. God knew his cock was trying to shake hands with her. Yet the only thing he saw in her face was innocence and bewilderment. Could this woman be their One? “That’s our home number, Miss Desjarlais,” Jeff indicated. “Sometimes people remember things after hours.” Jeff hoped she got the message that they were interested, or at least that he was. They’d bring her up to speed on the two-for-one deal in no time. He wondered if her blush extended all the way down her body. **** Alex was flustered and felt the cursed color flood her cheeks. Detective Staples’s green eyes positively glowed behind dark lashes any woman would kill for, and his lips were so kissable, she thought. Her eyes drifted across his taut stomach, outlined as it was by his polo shirt, and noted a bulge in the front of his pants. She blushed even pinker, wondering if he had noticed her appraisal.

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**** A week went by. Alex was in her office, up on tiptoe, as she tried to reach a switch set high into the wall. She heard someone clearing their throat and spun to see Devon and Jeff staring at the exposed skin at her waist where her shirt had ridden up. Their faces were taut and intent. She yanked her shirt down. “What…I didn’t hear you at the door.” “Sorry, I guess you were preoccupied,” said Devon, walking past her to reach up and flip the switch. Cool air immediately flooded the room. “Thank you,” Alex breathed. She never thought she would see them, either of them, again. She had put Detective Staples’s card in her desk drawer but couldn’t think of anything to tell him should she call. Her dreams had been full of both of them whispering erotic things in her ear, touching her body. Twice she had awoken to her hand rubbing frantically between her legs. She didn’t even really know how to masturbate for heaven’s sake, but their handsome faces and muscular builds starred in her fantasies. Alex had lived in a foster home until she was six, with a strict religious family who told her nothing about her body other than it belonged to God. She had wondered when God was going to come and take her body, dimly associating it with a child’s perspective of death. Alex was always covered in layers of clothing and bathing was a quick process to allow for no lingering over body parts. Her foster family cared about her in their own way. She knew they did, but love and nurture were conspicuously absent. Alex was sent to a convent school after kindergarten via the charity of the church her foster family attended. She had little to no experience with the opposite sex, though heard varying stories from the other girls. She got along with everyone, sunny-natured and even-tempered, unless roused to intervene for the underdog or when her inner demon roused,

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but had no personal experience in the nature of a relationship. Alex craved love and acceptance without really knowing she did, but it was uncomfortable and she built a defensive wall around her inner self, defending against the unknown. She didn’t need to experience romantic pain to protect herself from it and might have become a nun except for an abiding obsession that developed in the eighth grade. Alex discovered the science of fossils and other dead things from the distant past. She had no real family, no close friends, but the past called to her and absorbed her and somehow made it okay. Jeff’s voice broke in on her thoughts. “We thought we’d ask you to lunch, Alex.” “Me?” she stuttered. “You,” confirmed Devon, visibly struggling with amusement. Alex felt that demon of temper awake within her at his expression and quashed it as she was so apt to do. “Thanks, but I have things to do and no time today.” Oh, God, why had she said today? Like she was hoping they’d ask again. Who was she kidding? She wanted to go for lunch with them another time, any time. She wasn’t doing that playing hard to get thing she knew the other women in the department were adept at, and she really was busy. They stepped closer to her, and she involuntarily took a step back, coming up against her desk. Alex had a crazy urge to grab one and kiss him and then do the same thing to the other. She wrestled with herself and watched in awe as they closed the gap. She found herself staring into Jeff’s eyes from close range, and then, without blinking, he touched his lips to hers. She shut her eyes and let her lips part against his pushing tongue. He gathered her to him and deepened the kiss. She felt another hand stroke her hair and release the clip, allowing the heavy weight to fall down her back. Alex had been taught that failing to cut her hair was vanity, but while she forwent makeup and other fripperies, she kept her hair long. The only picture she had of her mother showed her hair long and flowing, the same color as Alex’s locks, and she resisted the nuns’ suggestion that

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she cut it. As she felt it slide down her back, she shivered with the sensation, coupled as it was with Jeff’s mouth on hers, claiming her. Devon’s hands slipped under her shirt and up her back, stroking and caressing her. Alex felt him release the hooks of her bra and came back to herself. She pushed away from Jeff and he caught her hands. “Something the matter, darlin’?” he asked. “This is inappropriate, Detective Staples, Detective Rust,” she answered in as firm a voice as possible. “Nothing that felt that good could be inappropriate, honey,” said Devon. “And I’m Devon, and that’s Jeff. I think we’re on a first name basis now, Alex.” Alex shook her head and scurried around her desk, holding on to the back of her chair. “Please leave. I have work to do.” Devon went toward the door, only to lock it and close the blind. Alex’s pulse shot up, and her breathing increased. She didn’t think they would rape her, and somehow she wasn’t afraid of them, but this was so out of her league. “We won’t do anything you don’t want us to, honey,” he affirmed, “But we couldn’t stop thinking about you and figured we’d check in and ask you if you’d been thinking about us.” Alex’s gaze darted between the two of them, now standing silent but resolute in her office. “I don’t know what you mean. Why would I be thinking about you?” Jeff was at her side in an instant. “We don’t do lies, darlin’, as you’ll come to learn the hard way if you persist in lying to us. There’s something called chemistry, Alex, and you felt it, too, when we met last week.” Alex didn’t contradict him, and Jeff sighed with relief. “But there’s two of you,” she choked out. “We’re partners, Alex,” Jeff answered, “best friends at work, and in bed.” She felt her face stiffen, and she started to shake. Jeff instantly pulled her from behind the chair and cradled her against him, sitting

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down and holding her on his lap until she quit shaking. He leaned down to kiss her again, and she opened her mouth for him. His arms tightened around her, restricting the use of her hands. Devon knelt at her feet, sliding his hands up her legs and to the waistband of her jeans. Jeff kept her silent, eating at her mouth and keeping her arms from interfering with Devon. Devon unfastened her jeans and pulled them down to her knees, lifting her buttocks with one hand. Alex felt the air conditioning on her bare legs and pulled her mouth from Jeff’s. “You need to stop it. I can’t, and I never…” Her protests became faint as Devon slid his hand into her panties and laid it over her mound. She could actually smell her own arousal and knew it would be obvious to them. She cursed the heat in her cheeks but Jeff immediately distracted her with another devastating kiss. She laid her head back on Jeff’s shoulder and moaned as he turned her so that her upper body now lay flat on his chest, facing outward. He secured her wrists in one hand and slid the other up under her shirt, seeking her breasts. Alex whimpered as his fingers rolled her nipples, pulling and tugging her breasts away from her body, alternating his movements. Devon’s murmurs of encouragement and gentle petting reassured her, and then he slid her underwear off, pushing her legs apart in the same action. He tucked her ankles around Jeff’s legs and settled between her thighs. Alex couldn’t begin to process her thoughts and feelings, let alone the sensation of Devon’s mouth pressing against her vulva. Devon’s tongue pierced the opening to her pussy, and Alex’s mouth opened on a scream. “Gag her, for God’s sake, Jeff,” he said. “She’s a screamer, and she’ll bring the whole department running.” Jeff released his hold on her nipple and his hand came up to cover her mouth. Alex huffed into his palm, her nipples already regretting the loss of his touch. Devon lapped through the folds of her labia and then turned his attention to her clitoris. He suckled the distended flesh, pushing back the hood, and then sucked it hard against his

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palate. Jeff ordered her to open her eyes and look at him, and Alex came hard in the first orgasm of her life, her body bowing up to meet Devon, her screams muffled by Jeff’s hand, somehow keeping her eyes focused up at Jeff’s. “Holy fuck, Jeff,” Devon asked. “Was that what I thought it was?” “Alex, was that the first time for you, darlin’?” Alex nodded her head, eyes now ground shut, bottom lip quivering. “Baby girl, there is so much we want to teach you and have you experience,” Jeff spoke softly in her ear. “Will you give us the chance?” He sat her up in his lap then helped her stand while Devon slid her panties back on and then her jeans. He palmed her breasts through her shirt, not bothering to fasten her bra as he cuddled with her and awaited her response. Alex was bemused and overwhelmed. She would probably go straight to hell for this, but she felt like a kid in a candy store who had just tasted chocolate for the first time. “If you want to,” she answered. Jeff and Devon chuckled. “Oh, we want to, Alex,” confirmed Devon. “Give us your address, and we’ll come see you around seven tonight.” “I have two roommates,” Alex said. “Then we’ll pick you up at seven. Pack a bag so that we can bring you back here to work on Monday. Oh, and Alex? We are control freaks in the bedroom, so think about that.” Alex took a deep breath and nodded. For sure she would go to hell for this, but she was going to step out of her good-girl role for once. She had been missing something all this time. Devon and Jeff kissed her briefly in turn. Devon turned at the door and said, in a deep, commanding voice, “No touching yourself, Alex,” and left with Jeff. Wondering what that was all about, Alex made her way to the bathroom and did her best to tidy her dishevelled appearance. She

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hardly recognized the woman peering back at her from the mirror. That woman looked happy and full of anticipation, unlike the calm, persistent bone seeker from a week ago. Alex decided then and there to take an early day in order to go buy some sexy underwear and a nightgown for the weekend ahead. She put a note on her office door, grabbed her purse and cell phone, and locked up early for the first time in her life.

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Chapter Two “She’s too good to be true, buddy,” stated Devon to Jeff as they drove back to the station. “We are two lucky men.” “We can’t push her too fast, Dev,” cautioned Jeff. “She’s special, and I don’t want her to run from us once she knows our kink and how dominant we are.” Devon shrugged. Jeff knew that Devon had lots of faith in his ability to win a woman over, and Jeff was always there to keep the edges soft. “I mean it, Devon.” Jeff’s voice took on an edge. “This feels like the real deal, and I’m not going to lose her.” Devon hesitated, and Jeff could almost read his thoughts. Devon was worrying that this woman might come between them. His friend replied, “I hear you, Jeff. Keep me honest.” They continued in silence for a while, lost in their own thoughts, and then Jeff asked quietly, “What did she look like, Devon?” “Pink like those roses Mrs. Winters grows next door, and her clit is a shade darker. And she tastes kinda sweet and fresh all at once,” Devon replied with a chuckle, never taking his eyes off the road. “I put one finger in, Jeff, and it didn’t go past the knuckle,” he continued. “I’ve never had a virgin before, but seems there’s a chance and I didn’t want to push it.” “No shit. So then her ass is cherry, too. One for each of us.” “You forgot that mouth, Jeff,” Devon answered. “Guess we’ll play for that one. And I kinda like the blonde curls, but I think we should just leave a little ruffle right on top of her. I want nothing between us and her pussy lips.”

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Jeff laughed and thought about all the games he and Devon had played over the years. Who would get to shave her? Who would be first to get blown? Maybe they could see who could make their girl come the most often in a time-specific period. The winner would get sucked off. Or maybe they would blindfold her and have her taste them alternately and play guess who. She would earn a punishment for every time she got it wrong, followed by a reward. He wanted to get to know Alex, too, though. It didn’t feel like it was going to be just about the sex. He wanted the whole package for him and his friend. Life was good. **** Devon was lost in his own dirty thoughts, but he wondered about the woman, too, if she came from a big family like he did, or was an only child, like Jeff? How did she come to such a profession? He liked intelligent women, and those with some spirit, too. He thought Alex might have some of the latter, though it was hidden, and her eyes shone with intelligence. They would be proud to take her to the Club. He and Jeff had grown up together and then went to college, taking law enforcement courses. They ended up applying for positions in the same detachment. They found a house and renovated it, preparing a huge master suite with adjoining bath and a playroom, having discovered BDSM during college. Sharing women was the next, natural step. The guys they worked with had ribbed them with some gay comments initially, but the rumours and the fact that several of those officers were members in the same local Club soon dispelled any hint that they were homosexual. They were familiar with one another’s bodies, their abilities, and interests simply because of their sexual sharing. If Devon touched Jeff’s cock or balls, it was because he was reaching between his friend’s legs to help pleasure the woman his friend was buried inside.

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The two of them could pass as brothers, tall and broad-shouldered, slow to anger, and similar in mannerisms. But where Devon was blond and blue-eyed, Jeff was brown over green. They never fought, rarely argued, and most everyone knew they were a formidable team. Devon visited his family at their usual bimonthly gatherings, and Jeff went along, included without question. Jeff had regular contact with his elderly academic parents, but they were engrossed in their research and each other, so Jeff tended to get his family fix from Devon’s. Devon turned his thoughts back to planning Alex’s sexual education.

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Chapter Three Alex stood in the lingerie aisle and fingered the beautiful items on display. She had no idea what to choose or even what size she wore. She had never worn anything like it before. A breezy voice caused her to turn and see a petite brunette coming her way. “How may I help you?” “I’d like a bra and panty set, but I’m not sure,” Alex stuttered. “I’m just looking.” She felt so stupid, wondering what the other woman was thinking of her. But there didn’t seem to be an issue as the woman stepped back and perused her shrinking form. “I’ll measure you, but I think a size six, and a thirty-four C should work.” Alex found herself trailing the clerk to the change room where she was handed a robe and asked to remove her clothing. She was pretty sure a size eight was way too small, but she was then measured and lifted and stretched, pushed and prodded with efficiency. In under half an hour Alex found herself nearly three hundred dollars lighter, clutching a small bag filled with the most beautiful scraps of lace, wandering out the door of the boutique. Alex showered, washed, and dried her hair, then smoothed her usual baby lotion over her body. She stared at the bottle, wondering if she should have purchased something else today, then shrugged. She had used baby shampoo and lotion all her life. She had never had an interest in anything different, much like her lack of interest in makeup. Lip balm was a must in her dry office, but even that was plain and tasteless. Perhaps she had lived a truly bland existence until

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today. Alex donned the tiny panties and matching bra. The creamy lace edged with chocolate brown satin flattered her light skin if she did say so herself. The cups lifted her breasts and displayed more than she would have thought acceptable, but she felt different, happy somehow, just looking at herself. She flushed, reminding herself not to be vain, and avoided the mirror. But she didn’t take the underwear off, pulling her robe on so that she could go to her bedroom without any comments from her roommates. Gloria and Eva were engrossed with their cell phones and didn’t look up as she passed, but she knew how curious they were about one another’s lives and didn’t want them invading hers. They all got along, but Alex knew they wouldn’t miss her if she weren’t there just as long as her share of the rent got paid. The jeans and button-down shirt laid out on the bed didn’t have as much appeal, but Alex had little else to choose from. She didn’t date, and she didn’t partake in sexual encounters, unless one could count that fumbling years ago with that guy who was as inexperienced as she was. Well, she didn’t partake in sexual encounters until today. Alex’s body flooded in memory of what those two had done to her. Her private parts heated and moistened, and Alex hurriedly took the little panties off, not wanting them to get soiled. She found her hand wandering between her legs, seeking the same spot Devon had found, seeking to recapture the same feelings she had experienced. Alex lay back on her bed and felt a surge of those sensations. She continued her exploration, experimenting, thinking about how it felt to have Devon’s mouth on her there with Jeff holding her captive. She couldn’t have stopped them, though to be honest, she really hadn’t wanted to. Alex knew, intellectually, what genitals looked like and the specifics of reproduction. She had two female roommates for heaven’s sake who talked about sex and men all the time. And she didn’t get to her age without formal education on sexuality. She now thought that there might be a whole lot more to it than she was aware of or believed. The sensation in her belly and

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thighs grew and intensified with the memory of what had taken place, and she was rewarded with a small eruption, but nothing like what Devon had coaxed from her. Alex petted herself and wiggled, then guiltily pulled her hand away. Goodness, it was nearly seven, and she wasn’t dressed. She wiped herself with tissue and then drew the panties back on. Pulling up her jeans and fastening her shirt over her new bra took barely a minute, but already there was a knocking on the apartment door. Alex didn’t know if she had time to put her hair up and chose to leave it down to give her a moment to tuck the new nightgown into her little overnight case. She took a deep breath, toed her feet into her flats, and walked to the bedroom door in response to Gloria’s agitated call that someone was there for her! Alex’s heart jumped in her chest at the sight of the two men standing just inside the front door. They were introducing themselves and declining drinks and offers to be seated from both Gloria and Eva, who were nearly dancing in place. Alex held back a smile and said hello. She was rewarded with two intense stares, and she flooded her new panties. Darn it all. “Ready to go, honey?” asked Devon, reaching out a hand to her. Jeff came forward and relieved her of the suitcase, taking her elbow and ushering her between himself and Devon. “I’ll be back Sunday night,” Alex tossed over her shoulder to her roommates. “Monday night,” corrected Devon with a smile and shut the door on two astonished, wide-eyed faces. “I’m going to get labelled something bad after this,” Alex commented. “What do you mean?” asked Jeff, looking her in the eye. “I should have met you somewhere. I’m not naïve enough to think going off with two men with a suitcase will be written off as nothing,” answered Alex. “You need to get used to it, Alex,” proclaimed Devon seriously as

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he opened the door of the SUV. “Just keep your head up as there are always going to be people who judge others.” “Easy for you to say,” Alex said under her breath, earning her a look from either man, but they didn’t comment further. Jeff followed Alex into the backseat, surprising her. Devon got behind the wheel and pulled out into the street. Jeff made sure she was buckled in and then started to unbutton her blouse. “Hey,” Alex complained, pushing his hands away, “we’re in public here.” “The windows are darkened, and no one can see in,” Jeff said patiently. “You are going to learn that you can trust us never to put you in a position that would make you too uncomfortable, humiliated, or embarrassed. Now put your hands on the seat.” Alex reluctantly did as she was told, feeling that mutinous feeling flicker deep inside but pushing it away as she always did. Compliant, that was her. Jeff pushed the blouse apart and whistled. “Our little gal has some fine taste in lingerie, Devon. I think I’ll leave it on so you can see it later.” Alex blushed with pleasure that her purchase had been appreciated then jerked in reaction as Jeff pinched her nipples through the fabric. He watched her intently as he did so, and Alex remembered not to close her eyes. Jeff seemed to smile in approval and satisfaction, and as she watched he looked up to meet Devon’s eyes in the rearview mirror. Alex was responding. Jeff stopped his tormenting of her nipples and rebuttoned her blouse. He sat back, and Alex realized they were pulling into the driveway of a ranch-style home. “Do you live here?” she asked. “We do, for several years now,” answered Jeff. Devon got out and opened the door for her, helping her from the seat and walked her into the house. Jeff followed with her case and set it down in the hall closet. “My stuff is in there,” Alex said.

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“You won’t need anything in there until Monday morning, darlin’,” advised Jeff. Alex looked around the large living area, admiring the stone fireplace and hardwood floors. She could see a dining area and what appeared to be an updated kitchen beyond. The blinds were lowered, and the only light came from strategically placed lamps. Then the looking time was over as Devon planted his mouth on hers and took her breath away with a masterful kiss. She tried to respond, shyly touching his tongue with hers, and he groaned against her lips. He tore his mouth from hers and gave her a dark smile. “I’d like to see the new undies, Alex,” he said. “Strip.” Alex stepped back, flustered. “Now.” Seemingly without volition, Alex fumbled with the buttons of her shirt, opening it and sliding it off, allowing it to drop to the floor behind her. Devon’s eyes glowed as he saw her bra, and he reached out to trace a finger across the swells of her breasts. He gestured to her jeans and raised an eyebrow. Alex obediently unfastened her jeans and pushed them down, slipping her shoes off as she did so. She stood there in her bare feet, wearing the scraps of lace and satin that had made her feel so beautiful earlier, and tried to stay proud in front of their gazes. She had always thought she was average in height and weight and didn’t need to worry too much about what she ate, when she remembered to leave her desk to do so. But standing there watching the heated look in Devon’s and Jeff’s eyes as they looked her up and down made her tremble. Alex didn’t know if she was shamed or aroused. “Beautiful, honey,” said Devon. “Perfect,” said Jeff. “Just perfect.” He touched each pink nipple, just visible behind the fabric, with a finger and smiled as they hardened under his touch. Stepping closer to her, he flicked the front catch open, and her breasts spilled out of the cups as he pushed the straps down her arms to her elbows.

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“Leave it like that and look at me. Keep your eyes on mine,” he commanded. Devon moved behind her and pulled the little panties down her legs, and she raised one foot then the other to allow him to put them to the side. He slipped his hand between her legs with authority, and she automatically set her feet apart to give him room. “Have you been touching yourself, Alex?” he asked. Alex froze. He had told her not to touch herself when he left this afternoon. Was that what he had meant? But he had shown her such pleasure, and she had wanted to replicate it. And it was her body! She bit her lip. “Don’t lie,” said Jeff, “or you’ll wrack up another punishment.” “What are you talking about? What do you mean by punishment?” Alex was bewildered and a bit irritated. “We tell you what to do or not to do when it comes to your sexuality, Alex,” answered Devon, now standing close behind her. “You said you wanted us to teach you, and we are very good teachers. But teachers expect their students to obey, don’t they?” Alex sputtered, “Good teachers respond to questions, too, as students learn from that as well.” “We’ll entertain questions, Alex,” Jeff replied, “and sometimes we’ll answer with a show instead of a tell. Now answer Devon.” “I did, just before you came to pick me up.” “Why?” asked Devon. “I wanted to feel the same way you made me feel earlier today.” “So you don’t masturbate?” Jeff inquired. Alex flushed to her toes. How personal was this going to get? But she was kidding herself if she could be embarrassed after what had taken place right in her gosh darn office! “No.” “Well, honey, you won’t need to masturbate with us around, unless of course we want you to put on a show for us,” crowed Devon, “and since all of your orgasms belong to us, don’t touch

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yourself or we’ll punish you.” Alex carefully asked, “What is a punishment?” “We’ll tan your bottom, honey,” said Devon. “Or pleasure you but not let you come,” added Jeff. “I don’t think so,” replied Alex. “I think you should take me home.” Jeff had her over his shoulder in the next heartbeat, striding to the couch. He sat on the end of the chaise lounge and flipped her over his lap. His jeans rasped against her nipples as she slid into position, and Alex shivered in arousal despite herself. She felt her legs separated and clamped by his, her buttocks raised and her privates open and exposed. Jeff put a hand on her back to hold her steady. Alex raised her voice to a near shout. “Let me up, Jeff, right now. This is absolutely inappropriate.” She heard a dark chuckle then felt a smack on the middle of her buttocks, followed by two more in rapid succession on either cheek. Holy Mother, she was going to be molested and killed by two maniacs. A finger slid between her labia and stroked, then delved into her vagina. Alex was mortified to feel her flesh respond, swelling and becoming wet. She tried to push up from the floor with her hands and squirm away, but her hair was caught fast in a large fist and her face rose to look squarely at Devon, now kneeling in front of her. Jeff smacked her again and then smoothed the spot, spreading warmth across her bottom and down between her legs. Alex looked wide-eyed into Devon’s navy gaze, recognizing the intense desire that lurked there despite her inexperience. He smiled at her and reached to cup her dangling breasts, kneading and stretching them. “Our Alex likes punishment, Jeff,” Devon said. “How many more before I punish her for touching herself?” “Two more for sassing us and making demands, buddy.” Alex involuntarily lifted into the heat of Jeff’s hand as he brought it down hard on the cleft of her bottom. She whimpered and panted, but somehow kept her eyes open to look at Devon, who rewarded her

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with a kiss. Jeff handed Alex to Devon, who carried her down the hallway and into a bedroom. He placed her on the huge bed and stood staring at her while he began to pull off his clothes. Jeff joined him, sucking on a finger. Alex blushed, realizing that he was tasting her, that he had been the one to touch her vagina. Then her eyes were drawn to the defined muscles on Devon’s chest and abdomen. It was a beautiful sight. His penis bobbed into view, and Alex stared without even trying to hide it. Oh, my God, she thought, how is that monster going to fit inside me? It looked angry and moved on its own. She could see wetness on the top, and Devon casually reached down and stroked the length of it. Alex had a sudden urge to touch him. She had never touched a penis before. “Put your hands up to the headboard and grab hold, Alex,” said Devon. Jeff, now naked, pushed past him, giving him a look. “I’ll hold her hands, Devon. Don’t push it.” Alex stared at Jeff, close range, hardly paying attention to their dialogue. Jeff was as broad and equally well muscled as Devon, and his penis was really big also. Alex could see a bead of moisture on the top of the mushroom head, where he curved back toward his abdomen. She could smell him, too, a musky yet spicy scent. He smelled clean, and she wanted to lick him. God, was this be one of those sins the nuns preached against? Her brain wasn’t thinking, but her body was doing lots of it. “Spread your legs, honey,” Devon continued. Jeff turned on another light, making the room feel as bright as day, and Alex cringed at how they would see every flaw, every imperfection. “Spread your legs, Alex.” This time it was a command from Devon. Alex cautiously parted her legs, a bit embarrassed and a lot anxious. “Wider, honey,” urged Devon. “We like to look at pussy, and we

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like women to be willing to show what they’ve got.” Alex fixed him with a look. “I don’t know if I want to be compared to other women, mister.” She felt something like jealousy, for heaven’s sake, and she hardly knew these men, let alone cared enough to feel jealous. And how these men talked, their language. It should have offended her, yet it didn’t. “You’re the only woman in the room, darlin’,” soothed Jeff. “We were students, too, honey,” added Devon, “so you’re just reaping the benefits of our knowledge.” Alex was not totally satisfied but tried to ignore her feelings. She parted her legs further, and Devon and Jeff stared down at her exposed flesh as though they had never seen a woman’s private areas before. Jeff nearly drooled, and Devon’s eyes darkened even more. Devon pushed a pillow beneath her hips, raising her. He then lay between her splayed legs and kissed his way up to her vulva. He spread her labia apart with his hands and began an assault on her vaginal opening and clitoris. Alex cried out and reached for him, but Jeff captured her hands in one of his and held them above her head. His other hand worked over her breasts as he had done that afternoon, and Alex was again overcome with sensation. Devon’s tongue was magical, and a thick finger came to stab at her opening, pushing up inside of her, twisting and curling. He pinched her clitoris between his teeth and gently pulled, and Alex strained for release. Devon stopped all movement and withdrew. Alex couldn’t believe it. “Don’t stop, please, Devon, don’t stop.” Devon slid up her side to face her. “You weren’t supposed to touch yourself. You were told not to.” “But I want to feel that way again, please,” Alex begged. Jeff swivelled over her body, kissing her nipples and sucking them into points. He nibbled each beaded end, and the sliver of pain transferred to her clitoris, making it throb and ache. He licked his way down her stomach, over her abdomen, and stopped at her pubic hair. “She smells like baby powder, Dev,” he commented. “I’ve been

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trying to fix that scent since we met her. It’s baby powder.” Jeff nuzzled her curls and sniffed them while Alex squirmed. She should feel embarrassed, but his touch felt so intimate and nice. “I’d like a little bit left here, just to sniff, Dev. You’re right.” Jeff got up off the bed and walked toward a door to the left. Alex heard water running. “Devon, what’s going on?” she asked. “It’s okay, Alex,” he said as he stroked her. “We just want to make sure you get as much pleasure as possible.” Jeff came back into the room and gestured to Devon. He picked Alex up from the bed and carried her into what turned out to be the master bathroom, complete with Jacuzzi tub for three and a huge shower with a bench. There was a long vanity with three sinks, and the toilet and bidet were set in the corner. This carrying thing seemed a bit much, kind of caveman style, but Alex felt so feminine when they did it. Devon walked into the shower with Alex and laid her on the bench that Jeff had covered with a towel after warming the water. Jeff sat down and pulled her legs to either side of his waist while Devon cradled her head on his lap. His erection tangled in her hair and poked her neck, distracting them both. Alex was splayed up and open. Jeff lathered her pussy with shaving cream then picked up the razor. “Wait, what are you doing?” Alex nearly shrieked. “If you shave my pubic hair, it will come back and make me itch.” “We’ll shave this nice little pussy often, honey,” Devon advised. “It’s our pussy.” The language these men used. Alex shut up and watched as Jeff carefully shaved away the sparse hair that covered her mound, pulling her labia taut and making sure he didn’t cut her. True to his word, he left a small tuft high up, patting it playfully. Devon passed him the handheld shower wand, a special addition to their unit, and Jeff tested the temperature and pressure. He then rinsed Alex’s pussy, smiling when her body arched at the sensation, especially when he trained it on her clit. Jeff watched for any sign of release and shut the wand off

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when Alex was nearly there. She slumped back and compressed her lips. “You are greedy for orgasm, Alex,” said Jeff. “We love it, but you get them from us, each and every time, or you get none.” Devon pulled her up and out of the shower, and Jeff dried her folds with a warm towel, lingering over the top of her cleft. Alex rose onto tiptoe at the rubbing, and Jeff pressed a kiss to her stomach. “Time to play some more, Alex,” he announced and guided her back to the bed. Alex fell backward, her legs hanging to the floor. Devon gathered her hands together and pulled them over her head while Jeff knelt between her legs, raising them to fold over his shoulders. He blew on her newly exposed labia and nibbled along the edge. Alex mewled in response, and Devon ran the fingers of his free hand across her throat, collaring her and creating a vibration that trickled down into her crotch. She was both amazed and slightly horrified as Jeff licked and explored every tiny part of her pussy. He slid his tongue over her perineum and circled her puckered rosebud. Alex flinched in response and protested. He rimmed that opening, flickering his tongue like a snake, and her vagina gushed fluid that poured down to meet his tongue. He used her juice to lubricate her anus and stab his tongue inside. She couldn’t hold back a squeak and heard Devon reassure her. Jeff stabbed inside over and over before returning to her other opening to lap and suck the moisture there. She felt on the very edge of something when he backed off. Alex lay between the two men, puzzled and more than a little angry, though careful not to show it. She stared at the ceiling as they idly stroked her all over but avoided her nipples and clit. She wanted to reach out and touch their penises, but was afraid she would be punished again. This was not fun, and she was going home as soon as she could. “Heavy thoughts, Alex,” Jeff teased.

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Alex didn’t reply. “Tell us what you are thinking, honey,” urged Devon. Alex kept her eyes on the ceiling and shrugged. “Well, we have some questions for you, and each time you answer them, you’ll get a reward,” said Jeff.

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Chapter Four Alex found herself spread-eagled on the bed and her wrists bound to the headboard with some kind of soft restraints she hadn’t even noticed before. Jeff was doing the same thing to her ankles and then shoved a pillow under her hips. He tested the restraints to make sure they weren’t too tight. Alex wondered at her lack of fear, but she must have checked it at the door because she simply didn’t believe these men would hurt her. “Look at those tits, Devon.” Jeff chuckled. “All perky and on display.” Devon smiled and reached out a fingertip to lazily circle a nipple. “What were you thinking, Alex?” he asked. “And remember what happens if you lie.” Alex sighed. She wasn’t afraid, but this was a new game, and she didn’t know the rules. When she did, they were so going to be in for it. “I was thinking that this wasn’t much fun and I wanted to go home.” Devon wet his finger and traced little circles on one nipple, then the other. Alex quivered under his touch and willed him to continue. “Good, baby girl,” he replied. “What else?” “I want to feel the same thing I did when you, when you did that thing in my office.” “What thing, honey? Be precise,” he ordered, now tapping each nipple. The feeling intensified. “When you put your mouth on my, my vagina,” Alex answered. “Say pussy, sweetheart,” Devon said.

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Alex huffed then said, “Pussy.” Jeff guffawed, and Devon glared at him then pinched a nipple. Alex yelped, “What?” “Never mind, honey, what else?” “I wanted to touch your penises,” said Alex on a stuttering breath. Devon smiled and pulled her nipples up, releasing them only to repeat his actions, and the sensation flowed down to her crotch, her pussy. “Why didn’t you?” Jeff asked. “Because I don’t know the rules, and I don’t want to be punished,” Alex choked out. “Say cock, Alex,” Devon told her. “Cock.” “You’ll be touching us soon enough, Alex,” said Devon. “We want to make sure that you enjoy yourself first.” Alex watched Jeff move his hand to her pussy, and he pushed a finger up her. She pushed back, feeling the tiny muscles of her vagina clamp on him. “Have you had sex, Alex?” he asked. “You are so pushy! I’d smack you if my hands weren’t tied.” “Alex.” This time his voice held a low, warning tone. “Yes, of course, I’m twenty-six!” “How many times, Alex?” purred Jeff as he stroked his finger in and out. “Twice. Same guy,” she panted as she wiggled on his digit, seeking release. Devon had resumed his play with her breasts, now rolling the nipples and stroking their tender undersides. “What did it feel like, sweetheart?” Jeff added another finger, and she was aware that her moisture eased his entrance. “It was like a big fumble and messy. I didn’t like it. I like this better.” Alex rolled her head from side to side on the pillow, trying to keep her eyes open as Devon kept glancing up to seek her gaze. She felt a bit uncomfortable, stretched, but in a good way. Jeff stroked a bit harder and swivelled his hand to allow his thumb

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to press on her clit. “Did you feel him up inside you like this, darlin’?” He punctuated his question with both pressure on her clit and deeper thrusting of his fingers. He came to a barrier and retreated a fraction as she hissed. “No, maybe, I don’t know,” Alex moaned. Jeff increased the friction in her vagina and pressed hard on her clit while Devon sucked a nipple into his mouth, flattening it against his palate and sucking hard. Alex came apart, screaming out her release, and then settled back, breathing hard. She felt the ropes being unfastened, her wrists and ankles rubbed gently, and kisses pressed on her forehead and throat. Jeff and Devon soothed Alex, stroking her and murmuring to her. Her limbs felt fluid, yet heavy, and her crotch, her pussy, seemed to pulse ever so gently. She didn’t want to move, needed to sleep. She felt vaguely aware that sex usually meant pleasure for both parties, or in this case, all parties, but too bad for them. Them and their games. “I think you’re a virgin.” Alex blinked her eyes open and tried to replay what she’d just heard. “I don’t think you had full intercourse, Alex,” said Jeff. Alex was totally awake now. “What?” God, she sounded like a total moron. Or a squawking crow. Still, she said it again. “What?” “There’s a barrier in your vagina, Alex, and I didn’t put my fingers up through it. Devon couldn’t even get that high this afternoon.” Alex struggled up against the headboard, and two sets of eyes stared at her, dropping to her heaving breasts. Devon reached out, and she slapped at him, causing his eyes to darken and his lips to mouth “punishment.” She had no time to worry about that now. “Okay, well, if that’s true, then”—she hesitated—“I don’t know what you want me to say.” “We’ve been trying to figure out who gets to pop your cherry,

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Alex,” said Devon. Alex jerked at his crude statement and glared at him. “We don’t want to put you in the position of having to choose and worrying about hurting our feelings, so we’re going to play a game to decide,” he concluded. Alex didn’t like the sound of that. Another game she didn’t know the rules to. “I’m not sure,” she started, only to be cut short by Devon hauling her down from the headboard, and her hands were once again secured. Jeff came back into the room, carrying what looked like an egg timer. What on earth? What was he going to do with that? She tried to push herself away from him using her legs, but Devon pressed close to her side and threw a leg over hers to immobilize it. His penis, well, his cock, ground into her side, and it felt like hot velvet against her hip with a wet, cool spot. Jeff’s was bobbing against his belly, and now she had the absurd desire to kiss it. “Keep that other leg where it is, Alex, or I’ll add it to the list.” “What list?” Derek replied, “The one you have a punishment on for slapping my hand away from your breasts, honey.” Alex ground her teeth and muttered, “This game is skewed.” Derek laughed and slid his hand between her legs. “I’m going to finger-fuck you, honey, and play with your clit until you come, all with one hand. Jeff is setting the timer to give me three minutes, and he wants to watch. Get ready.” Alex shrieked at the insertion of his middle finger, struggling to keep her thighs apart, her hips thrusting back on him of their own accord. He alternated thrusts, some deep, some shallow, some quick, some slow, then picked up the tempo as her body matched his rhythm. Devon had somehow found a spot inside her that resonated, and she heard him grunt in satisfaction as he focussed his fingertip there. Alex began to bow up from the bed, and Devon forced his thumb down on the edge of her clit. Again she screamed her release and a gush of

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fluid coated his hand. Her thighs closed and clamped on his arm. “Two and a half minutes, buddy,” indicated Jeff. “Good going. But it’ll be harder for her to come the second time, so go get her a bottle of water and a warm cloth.” **** Devon released Alex and went to fetch the items. Jeff watched him go and thought his buddy would have bounced on his toes with joy if it wouldn’t have looked so juvenile. She was everything they wanted and needed, and they had until Monday morning to learn her body and its responses. In between times they would talk with her and get to know her and her life. The sooner she trusted them, the sooner she would move in, and then the sky would be the limit. Jeff sat with Alex and rocked her, smoothing her beautiful hair back from her face, allowing her to doze. He could hardly wait to get inside her, ride her to climax, and expend himself in her. Both he and Devon had had raging hard-ons since they met her and no interest in assuaging them with other women. Alex was perfect for them, and they were not going to let her go. He believed it more and more. Devon returned with the cloth and water, and Jeff gently shook Alex awake. He propped her up and gave her some sips of the water. Then he laid her back and pushed her thighs open, shushing her protest. “It’s our job to take care of you, Alex,” he told her, “as you’ll give so much to us. You’ll get used to our style in time, so just relax.” Jeff washed her with the warm cloth, and Devon passed him a towel to pat her dry. “Need the bathroom, darlin’?” he asked. Alex shook her head, her gray eyes fixed on him, a bit wary. He smiled at her, a dark smile. “My turn,” he said. Jeff took the same position as Devon had, only on the other side,

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being left-handed, and waited until Devon set the timer. Alex was protesting now and trying to move away, so he bit lightly into her shoulder and reminded her of the list. She subsided, but he heard her teeth set. “On the clock, man,” said Devon as he bent forward to view Alex’s pussy spread beneath Jeff’s hand. Jeff began with Alex’s clitoris, rubbing circles around it and sliding back its hood. Alex began to moan and thrash a little and he pushed her thigh in warning as she slid it closed. As she obediently spread it again, Jeff pushed his index finger just inside her opening and moved it in tiny circles, feather-light and quick. Back to her clit then to her vagina. Alex’s vagina reached toward his fingertip, trying to pull him in, her body knowing what to do out of age-old instinct. Jeff obliged and finger-fucked her in earnest now, feeling her start to ripple around him. He pulled free and pinched her clit, to be rewarded with Alex’s wail of completion. He was breathing as hard as if he’d been running a marathon, affected by this responsive woman in a manner he’d never before experienced. And a virgin to boot. “Shit, just over two minutes,” complained Devon. “I’d better get her ass.”

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Chapter Five An hour and a half later the three of them sat around the dining room table, eating tacos and bean dip Devon had picked up earlier and left to warm in the oven. He and Jeff were drinking beer while Alex slugged back a Coke. Not a Diet Coke, not Caffeine-Free, but an honest to goodness Coke. That was his girl. She ate with gusto, too, not like the other women they dated, who picked at their plates and worried about gaining an ounce. Alex was slender but not thin. Her breasts were full and her ribs and hipbones didn’t gash them, and her ass was rounded and soft. Devon and Jeff were wearing boxers, and Alex was wearing a handful of silk with lace and ribbons over the bodice, slit up each leg, in a color the hue of milk chocolate. She had negotiated hard to cover up at all, but he and Jeff couldn’t resist her pleas to wear something chosen just for them. They would keep her naked or in gowns like this at home, he thought, imagining her at the door when they got home from work. They hadn’t decided if she would kneel for them or not. Both were considered Doms, but neither practiced high protocol, though some things were nonnegotiable. Like what Alex would wear once she moved in, and where she would sleep, and if she would work or not. The latter would have to be sorted out; he already knew that much about her, but they had to come before her work. “What’s your full name, Alex?” Devon inquired. “Alexandra Stephanie Desjarlais. I’m of French descent, and my mom’s name was Stephanie.” “Are your mom and dad still alive, honey?” “I grew up in a foster home and convent school because I was

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orphaned,” Alex said quietly. “I have no family other than the one who fostered me and I don’t see them very often anymore.” Devon reflected on both their good luck and the bad. Alex was innocent because of her background, but would fight ingrained shame and embarrassment. He also felt badly for Alex that she had no real family. But his family would embrace her. They knew about the sharing he and Jeff practiced, and he couldn’t imagine his family not liking Alex. **** Jeff fed Alex another bite of taco and watched her tongue come out to gather up a bit of salsa. He focused on that pointed tip and struggled to contain the lust simmering just below his surface. Alex needed to rest and eat before they took her back to bed, and he drew on his sexual training to deny his need for the moment. Devon was watching her mouth, too, and Jeff smiled inwardly at the puppy-dog look Devon wore, so unaware. Alex opened up to them about her education and work, too, her enthusiasm for the bones of history charming him, captivating him. Her smile was infectious, her intelligence shone forth, and he hardly even thought about what was to happen shortly. Or at least, not that much. He listened as Devon teased Alex about her roommates and wished he hadn’t when she sobered. It was clear she had few friends, having learned early on to take a backseat. It was a wonder that people, considering her good nature and gentleness, hadn’t used her. Her loyalty to her boss and coworkers, not to mention her work, seemed unswerving, too. Perhaps her profession had isolated her enough to make her seem boring and not much use to the takers in the world. Jeff paused in his thoughts. He and Devon took from their women, and they would expect Alex to give everything to them. He consoled himself with the belief that they would provide everything for her and

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give back twofold. Ultimately, she would have the power if she didn’t break in the process. He shook his head slightly. Devon tended to have deep, dark thoughts sometimes, and Jeff struggled with enough of his own when it came to a woman’s total submission. He resolved to honour his promise to Devon and keep him honest, ensuring that they made the best possible choices for Alex. She inherently wanted to give up control to them, that he believed, but there was a spirit about her he didn’t want them to break. Alex stood from her chair and stretched. She stepped away from the table and headed toward the hall closet. “Where are you going?” snapped Devon. Startled, Alex replied, “I want my toothbrush. I always brush after meals.” Devon said, “There’s a toothbrush in the bathroom for you, and probably everything else you’ll need.” Alex stood tall. “Come on, this is silly, Devon. I brought a toothbrush.” “That’s four, Alex.” **** Four! Good grief, these two liked to be in control. She didn’t bother asking about how the number got to four because in truth the last couple of punishments had turned out pretty good for her. Alex headed to the master bath. Sure enough, there was a toothbrush still in its packaging and a new tube of paste as well as some floss. Alex performed her usual routine with due diligence and had just disposed of the floss when Jeff came in the door. She hadn’t forgotten his contention that she was a virgin, and she wondered how much longer that condition would last. “Use the toilet, Alex,” he said. Alex looked at him and then the toilet, creasing her brow.

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“You aren’t going to have another chance for a while, and a full bladder will prove to be uncomfortable.” Alex waited for him to leave, but he stood there, waiting. She just knew it was another one of those control things they’d told her about. She backed to the toilet and lowered herself, keeping her nightgown over her thighs. It was hard to let go with him standing there watching, but she finally peed and then wiped herself under the cover of her gown, reaching back to flush. She went to wash her hands, conscious of green eyes now hard as emeralds watching her. “I’ll let it go this time, darlin’,” Jeff said, “but the next time you won’t have a nightgown to hide behind. Now, start up the bidet and take that sexy thing off.” Alex pushed the button on the top of the bidet and watched the water begin to swirl. Jeff crossed to her as she pulled the nightgown over her head. He helped her settle over the bidet and then pumped some clear soap into his hand. Watching her intently, he reached between her legs and washed her pussy and bottom thoroughly in the warm water. Maybe if he hadn’t been watching her, Alex would have found the experience soothing. As it was, she felt the signs of arousal once again. Jeff pulled her to her feet and allowed the bidet to drain while he patted her dry with one of those warm towels. “I’ve never used a bidet before,” she said. “They don’t take as long as a shower and we find they come in handy, darlin’. Now come on, I’ve waited long enough.” They entered the bedroom where Devon lay on his side on the bed. He had lit several candles and turned off all but one of the lights. The bed had been remade with a soft cotton sheet and the covers pulled down to the foot of the bed. Devon’s eyes were dark and his face taut. He patted the middle of the bed, and Alex clambered into it, stretching out on her back. Devon immediately claimed her mouth in a possessive kiss, and it seemed that he would draw the breath from her body. He supported his weight on one hand and began to fondle her breasts with the other.

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Alex moaned as he rolled her nipples. Breaking the kiss, Devon put his mouth on her breast and suckled her, taking as much of her inside of his mouth as he could. He then nipped the sensitive underside and turned his attention to her other breast. Jeff took his place on her other side, and she felt his hands smooth over her stomach and down to her pussy. He shoved gently at her thighs, and she rolled them back and opened for him. He stroked her gently, tantalizing her clit and her opening. Then he pushed a finger into her vagina and thrust slowly upward. Alex felt him push against her, and it hurt. He seemed to know and withdrew to thrust knuckledeep, then added another finger. Alex began to rock against him, and her natural lubrication started to flow. Jeff added a third digit and stretched them apart. Alex felt so full and ached for more. She wiggled and pushed against Jeff’s fingers, and he continued to thrust and stretch her. “She’s so tight, Devon,” he told his friend. “I’m going to be a long while here.” “I hurt for you, you lucky bastard,” Devon replied, “but you won fair and square. I’ll just concentrate on other parts.” Alex wished they wouldn’t talk about her like she couldn’t hear, though it was kind of hot. She liked it when they cuddled her after they made her come, and loved the things they said afterward. Another sensation distracted her. Jeff drew her moisture to her anus and stroked her there. It felt so interesting yet so wrong. Devon bit a nipple, and she jumped, reaching to push him away even as the tiny pain rushed to her vagina. “Hold onto the headboard, Alex, or I’ll tie your hands,” he ordered. Jeff kept stroking her anus and thrusting and scissoring his fingers in her vagina. He then began to lick her clit with long, lapping strokes, and Alex started to pant. Devon continued to nibble and suck her nipples, and Alex dripped moisture in response. To her chagrin, Jeff pulled away, and she heard a crinkle of foil. She somehow

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realized Jeff was sheathing himself, protecting her from pregnancy, and then understood what was next and tensed. Devon distracted her with another kiss and palmed her breasts as Jeff moved to lie between her legs. She felt something hard between her thighs and then between her labia. “Relax, darlin’,” Jeff crooned to her, staring down into her wide eyes. “I’ll take it slow. I’ll fit, I promise.” He inched forward, stretching her and making slow progress. Devon stroked her hair and murmured in her ear. Alex began to relax and open to Jeff. She felt him push against something far inside, and he looked deep into her eyes. It was as though he was trying to telegraph his love and care, and she blinked. At that he surged through, ignoring her gasp of pain, and began to drive back and forth into her. “So fucking tight, Devon,” he groaned. “You can’t imagine.” Alex felt skewered at first by Jeff’s invasion, and her first instinct was to fight him. But she held on to the headboard and tried to accommodate his thrusts. She felt a warm flush come over her, and her body began to surge to meet his. She felt his testicles slap against her and his cock push against her cervix and rejoiced in the sensations. He swivelled his hips somehow and pushed against that spot Devon had discovered earlier, and Alex felt the now familiar coil of orgasm deep within her. **** Jeff felt her first trembles as she strained for climax. He knew he wouldn’t last, losing it early with a virgin for fuck’s sake, and reached out to Devon with a glance just before his balls drew up and he spent himself into the condom. Devon reached between their bodies and pressed Alex’s clit. She milked Jeff’s cock in her release, causing him to groan loudly. Her hands let go of the headboard, and she wrapped her arms around Jeff

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and Devon both, holding them close, crying silent tears. Jeff knew he had hurt her at first, but then realized her tears were not from pain. **** Devon waited for Alex to process and enjoy her experience. He was touched beyond explanation at how she had included him after Jeff had fucked her. Part of him felt like a greedy pig to expect her to take him next, but he craved a release with her. Jeff shifted to take some of the weight off of her and nodded to Devon, who rolled on a condom. Alex complained a little when she was shifted, and Jeff pulled out of her and dealt with the condom. Devon slid over her, resting his forehead on hers, pressing his mouth to hers. “Are you sore, honey?” he breathed. Alex stared back at him. “A little,” she admitted. “I’ll be gentle,” he told her, warmed at her nod of acceptance and thrilled as her hands reached up to grasp the headboard. Devon pushed into her, feeding her his cock steadily inch by inch until he was seated as far into her as he could get. It took some time and all of his will power to hold back, but he held still and watched her face. Alex’s mouth had fallen open a little, and her eyes were enormous. “Do it, Devon, please,” she whispered. “Do it now.” Devon pulled back and powered forward with slow, easy strokes. **** Jeff lay close beside Alex and intently watched his friend fuck their woman, his cock filling and lengthening again as he did so. Alex kept her eyes open, and he saw clear through to her soul, those gray eyes now shimmering silver. Devon must have seen it, too, because he increased his tempo in her, now thrusting hips as she matched his

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rhythm. Jeff slid his hand between the pair and down to where Alex’s body met Devon’s, sliding his finger around the top rim of her vagina then over her clit. She called out, and Devon bucked his release. Alex hugged them both to her again then closed her eyes and slipped into sleep. Jeff noted the satisfied smile that lingered even into slumber and hoped she was thinking of waking up to them. They had lots in store for her.

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Chapter Six Alex woke to the smell of coffee wafting under her nose and struggled to focus on a naked Jeff presenting a large china mug of the black gold to her. “Morning, sunshine.” He beamed at her. “Let’s get you showered and out for breakfast. We have a full day planned.” Alex stretched, wincing at unfamiliar aches and pains, though the one between her legs wasn’t a really negative reminder. She smiled at Jeff and reached for the coffee, pouting when he held it just out of her reach, enticing her to get out of bed and into the bathroom. “Gimme,” she threatened. Jeff held the cup to her lips, and she sipped, secretly pleased to taste coffee prepared just as she liked it. They had observed even that little detail about her. Jeff set the cup on the vanity and opened the shower door, reaching in to turn on the water. “Use the toilet, Alex.” Alex hurried to sit and pee while his back was to her. She had just wiped when he turned and caught her trying to be circumspect. Jeff raised an eyebrow but said nothing. Alex went to wash her hands and located her toothbrush. Jeff used the toilet and patiently waited for her to clean her teeth then pulled her into the shower. Alex was unsettled by the intimacy in the bathroom, but didn’t have time to dwell on it. Jeff washed her from head to toe, being very gentle at her entrance, then shampooed her hair and conditioned it. Alex began to get wet when he ran the razor over her underarms, her legs, and finally her pussy. “I could do this myself,” she tried to protest.

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“We take care of what is ours, Alex, and you belong to us now,” Jeff told her. He suddenly slipped a finger into her vagina and rubbed the special spot. Alex went on tiptoe and squeaked. Jeff laughed and withdrew. “Too soon, darlin’,” he said. “We aren’t going to hurt you.” Alex didn’t know about that edict. His finger hadn’t hurt her, and now she wanted more. Muttering under her breath, she opened the shower door. Devon stood in the bathroom doorway, also naked, and aroused. “Shower games?” he asked, reaching for a warmed towel and wrapping her up in it and holding her close. Alex’s answer was short. “No.” Devon smiled at her and said to Jeff, “We’ve created a monster, partner.” Alex opened her mouth to protest then shrugged. She guessed they had. “Time for breakfast, sweetheart, then we’ll show you our special playroom,” confided Devon with a devilish smile. “Playroom?” asked Alex. “Kind of like a classroom, honey, but more of that show-and-tell stuff.” Alex’s pussy clenched and her nipples perked up, eliciting more amusement from the men. Jeff gently pushed her toward the kitchen, stroking her bottom as she moved, and Devon ran a finger over a nipple as she passed him. They ate omelettes and toast with heaps of bacon, washed down with orange juice. No one had ever made such meals for her in her entire life, and the wacky conversation that took place throughout made her feel like she belonged or something. Jeff figured out she liked crisp bacon and fed her pieces from his plate. Devon took the time to find marmalade for her toast. Even being naked didn’t seemed strange. Devon licked a tiny drop of jam from her bottom lip, and that

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turned her on considerably. After they ate, she excused herself to use the bathroom and fled. To her relief, neither man followed her, so she wondered if they would continue to allow her privacy. She hoped so, but was surprised to find herself already accepting their expectations and edicts. She returned to the kitchen to find everything cleared away and wandered down the hall looking for them, finding them in a family room-sized space that held furniture of sorts and other items she could only guess at. Alex gazed in amazement at the contents of the playroom. Jeff took her to the cross-like structure in the center of the room. “This is a St. Andrew’s Cross, darlin’,” he explained. “Your hands go here, and your ankles go there. The leather strap is for your waist to hold you steady.” “My hands?” Alex croaked. “Yours,” he confirmed. “All of you will be on display for us that way, Alex, to touch and do with as we like. It’s handy for spanking and flogging, too.” Alex backed away from him, looking at his face and then at the Cross. Jeff caught her up and pulled her to his chest, lowering his mouth to her ear as he did so. “You need to trust us with your pleasure, Alex. Think if we have hurt you.” Devon turned her to a structure that looked like a pommel horse. “This is my favorite for bad girls who wrack up punishment, honey, and you’ll be making its acquaintance shortly.” Alex took a breath and fought down a hint of fear, allowing arousal to build instead. She had kind of liked being spanked and could try it again. She did trust them not to hurt her. Still, Devon was sure getting pushy again. The room was well lit and mirrored, and she could see herself from every angle. They had pulled boxers on, and she felt at a disadvantage. However, she didn’t think her opinion would really

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matter to them, and they seemed to really like how she looked without clothes. Their cocks were pushing out the front of their underwear, and she was coming to recognize the little differences in their faces that signified arousal. Not knowledge that she would share, however! Alex was good at games once she learned them and the rules. Unless the rules changed. A long table with a place to rest one’s face sat near the door to another bathroom, and Jeff told her it was for massages. That sounded really nice. The other table made her insides churn a bit. It looked an awful lot like the examining table in her doctor’s office, though there was padding on it and it seemed wider. But there were restraints of some kind on the sides and the stirrups were longer, and padded, too. Devon saw her looking at it and pushed a button. The table tilted up, and then he pulled the stirrups up to elongate them. Alex could easily visualize a person restrained to that table, their bottom at the end of it and legs raised and spread. Devon then made the table tilt down, and she saw how easily someone could sit between the stirrups and have easy access to the person on the table. Her pussy tingled, but she wasn’t certain if it was from fear or anticipation. There was a cupboard with straps, paddles of some sort, and things she recognized as sex toys, like those vibrators and dildos her roommates sold at that party they insisted she come out of her bedroom for. She saw thin chains attached to clips of some sort, and her mind shut down. “Talk to us, Alex,” Jeff advised. “You need to communicate with us.” “I don’t know what to say,” she said. “I’m kind of scared, although I trust you, too.” Jeff hugged her to him. “Alex, you will come to be so aroused when you even think we are taking you to this room that your juices will run down your thighs. I promise.” He and Devon led her to the pommel horse thing and gently laid

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her over it face-first. Her head hung nearly to the floor, and her bottom was raised high in the air. Jeff secured her wrists by her head, and she felt Devon part her legs and restrain her ankles. She shivered a little and waited. She felt someone take up position behind her, and then Jeff was crouched beside her head, pulling her hair up and away from her face, looking into her eyes. “You have four smacks coming, darlin’, and you’re to count them out,” he said. Smack! Alex jumped in both surprise and a red-hot stinging sensation. That was not a hand. It felt more like a piece of wood. Jeff smiled at her and waited. “You forgot to count, Alex.” “One!” she forced out. “Too late, that’s five,” said Devon with unmistakable glee in his voice. Alex counted the next two spanks eagerly, not wanting to add to her punishment. They stung like fury, but the heat somehow spread across both cheeks and slithered down between her legs. Devon slid a finger between her labia and stroked through the moisture gathering there. She heard him chuckle, and Jeff smiled again. “Darlin’ likes her punishment, eh, Devon?” he said. “Affirmative, Jeff.” Alex bit her lip and refrained from protesting, and the next three spanks popped down a tad harder but were interspersed with Devon’s clever finger stroking her clit and his hand rubbing the soreness of the smacks. Jeff fisted his hand in her hair and pulled her head up and kissed her, his tongue lancing in and out of her mouth in concert with Devon’s administrations at her clit. Alex went over, calling out her release into Jeff’s mouth. “Ever heard of double penetration, honey?” asked Devon, crouching beside her relaxed form. She looked at him in confusion, just coming back from her climax.

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“Jeff and I want to take you together,” he explained, “Jeff in your pussy and me in your ass.” Alex flinched away from him, her breath catching. She was pretty sure that would hurt. Jeff cuddled her and murmured in her ear. “You’ll like it, darlin’, I promise, just as you’ve liked everything so far. It’ll burn a little at first, just like your spanking, but you liked that, didn’t you?” Alex nodded her head, bereft of words for some reason. She was a little intrigued but not convinced. Devon piped up, “Anal sex needs preparation, honey, because we aren’t going to hurt you. Like Jeff said, there will be a little burn, but that’s erotic pain, and I guarantee it will be worth it.” Jeff wandered off toward the big cabinet in the corner, and Alex lost sight of him, though she could hear him rummaging around. Devon stroked her hair and her back in long sweeping movements, much like one would sooth a horse, she thought a tad resentfully. He pressed kisses over her neck and shoulders, unerringly finding the sweet spots, and she responded in spite of her trepidation. When he kissed the bottom of tailbone and ran his tongue across, her whole body jumped, and she heard his murmured laugh. Alex was still having second thoughts despite Devon’s ministrations, but was distracted by Jeff kneeling beside her, allowing her an upside-down look at a tray he had in his hands. On it was a tube of ointment of some sort and something that looked like a dildo, only shaped different. It was pink and that irritated her. She hated that color, having been forced to wear it much of her early years. “I’m going to lubricate your bottom hole real well, Alex, and push this butt plug up your ass to stretch you and prepare you, darlin’,” explained Jeff. “I’ll be gentle, I promise, but you’ll like it.” Alex took a deep breath and felt a bit faint. Instantly, Jeff was releasing the restraints and lifting her head, the tray clattering to the ground, concern in his eyes. “Okay, Alex. It’s okay. Take a couple of breaths now.”

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Devon came quickly to support her upper shoulders, as concerned as Jeff was for her comfort. “I think I’m okay. I just thought about it so much. You guys paint such a visual picture.” “Are you sure, honey?” Devon asked. “Because we can wait.” Alex clued in on the fact that they weren’t deterred, though they were willing to postpone her initiation. She never was one to believe in procrastination and thought she would give this anal stuff a try. “I’m sure. Do I need to be in this position for you to use that pink thing?” she asked. “We’ll raise your head and shoulders a bit, honey, but your ass needs to be put out there for us,” Devon replied. “It’s also really sexy to be able to watch, too.” His voice had deepened as he explained things to her, and Alex’s pussy clenched in response to the arousal she heard. These guys sure were kinky. But then maybe she was a righteous pervert, too. Something to think about but not right now. Alex nodded her head, and Jeff pushed a couple of pillows under her to lift her head and shoulders and equal out the blood flow. He also secured her hands again, telling Alex that she just might want to discourage what he was about to do to her. She reminded herself that they hadn’t harmed her and she wanted more pleasure. **** Jeff gathered up his supplies and rushed off to wash the plug. He felt both powerful and honoured that Alex would allow them to play with her and was determined to make the experience as special as possible. He squeezed a dollop of lube onto his fingers and applied it to Alex’s puckered rosebud, pushing gently against the ring of muscle. She moaned, and Devon moved quickly to encourage her and kiss her. Devon would be the first one in her ass, just to be fair, but Jeff was better at preparing women. And Alex was special. He

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patiently lubed and stroked and pushed and finally inserted his fingertip inside of her, reaching with his other hand to flick her clit as he did so. Alex responded, and he used her response to push in deeper. Jeff twisted his digit around and around in her colon, gently sucking at her clit. He added another finger and carefully scissored them, stretching her. As he pulled out to add more lube, he felt Alex clamp down on him and try to push back onto his fingers. If her moans and whimpers weren’t enough, her body was trying to let him know the experience wasn’t at all untenable for her. Jeff pushed back inside with two fingers, using more pressure and pushing deeper this time, continuing the scissoring motion. When he withdrew the next time, there was a longer time before her anus closed, and he quickly lubed up the butt plug. Alex gave a little shriek when the butt plug pressed through the ring of muscle, but he heard Devon urging her to relax and she tried, pushing harder against the rubber object. Jeff continued the pressure, twisting the toy at the same time, and it slipped inside of her, widening as it went, eliciting more moans from Alex, until it was seated at its widest base. Jeff shoved his thumb into her pussy to tap against the butt plug, followed by a pinch of her clit between his forefingers. Alex suddenly orgasmed, gasping and thrashing while Devon caught her cries with his mouth. Jeff smiled at a job well done. Jeff released her ankles as Devon unbuckled her hands. They stood her up, making sure her legs were under her, and he watched as Alex cautiously felt her buttocks. They were likely warm to the touch, but the glow between her legs probably distracted her. She would feel full in her bottom, a little uncomfortable, but as he observed her Alex tried a few experimental steps and managed it. “Okay, honey?” Devon asked. “How long does that thing have to stay inside me?” “We’ll leave it in for a few hours while we take a hot tub, and then move you up to the next size,” Jeff advised.

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“Next size!” Alex raised both her hands to ward them off. “Not happening.” Jeff and Devon caged her with their bodies, touching and stroking her. “My cock is a lot bigger than that plug, Alex, and I’m not going to hurt you, honey,” Devon said firmly. “You have to be stretched to take me.” He then set his shoulder into her midsection and straightened, carting her off toward the hot tub out on the deck. Alex struggled and slapped at his back, immediately ceasing her efforts when he tapped the base of the plug.

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Chapter Seven The three of them relaxed in the hot tub for the latter part of the morning, Alex floating on her back, then her front, her head supported by one or the other of the men. She felt on cloud nine, reassured by the privacy screening from the neighbours, her men’s gentle touches, and probably the fact that she didn’t have to sit on the end of that stupid pink plug. In truth she became less aware of it, aside from the full feeling. Every now and then either Devon or Jeff would slip a finger up inside her pussy and she felt kind of full, but it was a good kind of stuffed. Jeff handed Alex off to Devon and got out of the tub, wrapping a towel around his hips, disappearing into the house. She noted his absence in a blur of relaxation and closed her eyes to doze a little. She opened them at the sound of bottles being cracked open and utensils clattering. Jeff had returned with some beers and a Coke for her, plus a little plate of fruit, cheese, and crackers. “Jeez, where are the nachos and dip?” complained Devon from his position at her head. Jeff stared him down. “It won’t kill you to eat healthier, Dev,” he said. “Alex deserves better.” Alex shut her mouth before she could protest. She loved nachos and dip. But she appreciated how sweet Jeff was being in taking care of her. That feeling was short-lived when she spied another tube of lubricant and a bigger pink plug on the table. She lunged up and lost Devon’s support, her face slipping beneath the water. He hauled her up, sputtering. “What the hell, Alex?”

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“I see that stuff over there, Jeff,” she protested. “Way to spoil a moment.” Jeff leered at her and then winked. “You can have the new one put in now or after we eat. Your choice.” “Some choice,” Alex snapped then shrieked as she was yanked out of the tub and carried to the nearby padded bench and draped over Jeff’s knee. “Okay, okay. I give,” she offered. Jeff set her on her feet again but held her at her waist and stared up into her eyes. “You had a choice, darlin’. Now kneel on the bench and drop your chest down.” Alex secretly thrilled to the domination in Jeff’s voice. Things got tasty when he talked like that. The same as when Devon did, though Devon was pushier and expected more. She took her position on the bench, aware of how exposed she was. Devon dripped across to her and sat at her head, lifting it by her hair and cushioning it on his lap. Although his erect penis, velvet over steel, was hardly a cushion. Alex could feel it pulsing against her cheek, and she spontaneously rubbed against it, causing Devon to flinch and catch his breath. “You’ll become acquainted with my little man in the near future, honey,” he ground out, “but don’t get ahead of yourself or you’ll be in for a surprise.” “Your little man?” She laughed. “What’s yours called, Jeff?” Jeff responded by tapping the end of the butt plug then twisting it. Alex jumped, and he ordered her to remain still. “You’ll learn soon enough what to call my cock, darlin’,” he said in a dark voice. Devon mentioned that she might want to remember the punishment list. Jeff slowly removed the plug, moving it around in a tiny circle and twisting it as he did, listening to Alex whimper and moan. “Fuck, I felt those vibrations in my lap. Baby, you don’t know what you do to me.” Devon groaned. Jeff caught Devon’s startled

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look. Neither of them ever let a woman know she was getting to him. They refused to give a woman that kind of power over them, keeping her wondering if she was satisfying them. It had served to keep women at an emotional distance for years. They were finding they didn’t want to keep Alex away, and bless her, she wasn’t even aware of the power she was beginning to wield. Jeff watched as Alex’s anus slowly closed, so aroused that his cock could have pounded nails. He stopped thinking about Devon’s openness and cursed his own daydream, reaching for the lube. He inserted the nozzle into Alex’s rosebud and squeezed a large amount inside. He had warmed the tube with his hands, and she didn’t flinch. Jeff had moved up an extra size, acknowledging that he was probably being selfish, but he wanted to take this woman with Devon tonight if possible. He salved his conscience by promising himself that if it was too much, he wouldn’t force it into her. After lubing the bigger plug, Jeff looked to Devon for distraction. He waited while Devon slipped from beneath Alex’s head to kneel beside her and turn her face to his, supporting her with one hand beneath her cheek. He kissed her deeply. Jeff opened Alex’s anus with judicious use of a finger and quickly replaced it with the plug, smoothing his other hand over the small of her back and the swell of her buttocks, murmuring to her to relax. She stiffened a little then obligingly pushed back, and he slid the plug home. Alex tore her mouth from Devon and thrashed to turn to her side. “Holy crap, Jeff,” she complained. “That feels like a log. Take it out.” Devon leaned in to stop her words with another kiss. “Can’t do that, honey. You’ll soon get used to it, and I am just a shade bigger.” Jeff hid a smile at Devon’s blatant lie, but for sure the next size up would be about right to compare. They had thought about getting an inflatable plug, and maybe they would for anal play. He choked on arousal thinking about how Alex would look and respond in the exam

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chair. But that would be really pushing her boundaries much too fast. “C’mon back into the tub, honey, and we’ll feed you,” coaxed Devon, and Alex complied with his suggestion. **** The hot water served to relax her again and the new plug wasn’t quite as uncomfortable, though she sure knew it was up there. She floated on her back, her head raised on a plastic pillow while the men fed her bits of cheese and fruit, alternating with sips of Coke. After lunch, Alex was removed from the hot tub and dried off from head to toe. Jeff and Devon paid attention to all her interesting parts with the soft cotton, lifting her to tiptoe in excitement and arousal. But they left her hanging and took her back to the bedroom. She escaped into the bathroom while they were arranging the bed and adjusting blinds, and was able to relieve herself in privacy and a modicum of comfort, though that plug was still making its presence known. Alex returned to the bedroom to see both men standing next to one another in the middle of the room, shoulder to shoulder. They made an awesome sight with their hardened abdomens and muscled chests and arms. Both were handsome, Jeff in a dark, romantic way and Devon in a more surfer-guy manner. Their cocks were erect and there wasn’t much to choose between them either. Jeff’s curved back toward his belly and Devon’s was straighter, but both were long and thick and glistened at the top in the dim light. Alex moved toward them, wondering at their silence and also at the black silk in Devon’s hand. She spotted a large pillow on the floor at their feet and wondered at it. “Kneel in front of us, honey.” Devon’s tone brooked no argument. Alex sank to her knees with the practice of a million prayers said over the years and looked up at them. Devon reached down and tied a blindfold around her eyes, effectively blinding her.

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“We’re going to play another game before nap time, honey.” Jeff’s voice soothed her minor jump of anxiety. “You are going to touch our cocks and rub them against your cheeks and lips and guess whose they are.” Alex nearly smiled, not a little intrigued and a bit triumphant. She knew their smell and how different each was. Jeff smelled a bit musky with a hint of that citrus shave gel he favoured, and Devon smelled spicy with a piney overtone. No problem, boys. She would win this game. But wait. “What about the winner?” she asked cautiously. Devon laughed at her quick intelligence. “We win, honey! If you’re right, we get a blow job. If you’re wrong, you get a spanking and then we get a blow job.” Alex trembled in arousal. She didn’t know how to do blow jobs, though they would probably be happy to teach her. But she liked what happened with spankings, too, so maybe she would get it wrong on purpose. She heard the men shuffle in front of her and felt the movement in the air, her other senses preternaturally alert given her blindness. She leaned forward and felt around, her hands closing around a cock. Alex examined it in detail with her fingertips then stroked along either side. It pulsed and jerked in her grasp, and she heard a faint moan above her. She reached higher up and tentatively felt at the base of the cock, feeling the suede-like testicular sac. She impulsively cupped each of the egg-like contents, and her hands were immediately removed. Alex stared upward blindly. “I thought I was supposed to rub it against my cheeks and lips?” A strangled laugh sounded, and her hands were grasped and placed back against the hard shaft. **** Tight with arousal, Devon watched her turn her cheek into his

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cock to press her soft skin against him and then move to rub it against her lips. He held back another groan and felt Jeff’s body struggling with barely contained mirth. He’d almost lost it when Alex had cupped his balls, and Jeff’s amusement was palpable then. The son of a bitch would soon find out what was what when Alex had a try at him. He gently extricated himself and stepped back. Just looking at the woman kneeling, blindfolded, in front of them pushed his darkest fantasies to the forefront, and he didn’t trust himself to speak. “Time’s up, Alex,” Jeff advised. “Who?” “You,” she answered. “Wrong,” Devon nearly growled. He actually felt hurt that Alex hadn’t know it was him she was touching, and then he saw the tiny smile curve her lips. The little wench. She chose to be wrong deliberately so he’d spank her. Well, bring it on, honey. Jeff had caught the little smirk, too, for he raised his eyebrows at Devon. Like the well-oiled team they were, he hauled Alex up, pulling her blindfold off as he did so, and laid her across Devon’s lap, who was now sitting on the bench at the end of the bed. Devon watched as Jeff stood in front of Alex, winding his fist through her beautiful hair, to thrust his cock at her mouth. “Open wide, Alex,” Jeff ordered. “I’m going to shove my cock into your mouth, and you are going to close those lips around it tightly. Understand?” Alex got wide-eyed at his tone but nodded and actually licked her lips. **** Jeff held onto his cock so it didn’t jump right into her. Jeff pushed into Alex’s mouth and felt her lips close tightly around him as instructed. He thrust experimentally, and her lips clung to him. He stifled a groan and avoided looking at Devon, who would be laughing. Payback. He gave a brusque nod in Devon’s direction.

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Devon smoothed his hand over Alex’s ass cheeks and rubbed. “I’m going to give you five spanks, honey, and you are going to keep Jeff’s cock in that mouth of yours without opening it once, are we clear?” Alex bobbed her head in agreement. “If you let go, or bite Jeff, we’ll bring you up and not let you go over. And we’ll do that for hours,” he threatened. Alex nodded again in agreement, this time humming her acquiescence. “Holy shit, Devon, get on with it,” said Jeff, groaning aloud and trying to time a thrust with the downward sweep of Devon’s hand. **** The smack and the wet sound of Alex’s mouth on Jeff’s cock went right to the root of Devon’s. He had to hurry, or he was going to lose it. He laid four more smacks interspersed across Alex’s buttocks, the last directly on the base of the butt plug. She nearly pulled away from Jeff at that one, but Jeff had a tight hold on her hair and supported her through it. “Fuck, man, her mouth is like a furnace, so good.” Jeff choked the words out. Devon could see by the look on Jeff’s face that he was nearly there, so reached between Alex’s legs, finger-fucking her in cadence to Jeff’s thrusts. She humped against him, and he timed it, pulling out to press hard on her clit just as Jeff pumped his cum into her mouth. Alex somehow swallowed and gasped out her climax, and Devon worried she might choke but was aroused at the movement of her slender throat. They had debated about making her swallow the first time but decided not to give her that choice. ****

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Jeff sank down beside Alex and kissed her out of her shock. He tasted himself on her mouth, and his ego inflated at how he had claimed her yet again. Alex calmed and pulled back to look at him. “That was fine, darlin’,” he praised her, refusing to ask her if she was okay for fear she would never allow him to do that again. “Your mouth was made for fucking.” **** Alex felt a peculiar sense of accomplishment at his words, though her jaw was sore and her lips felt swollen. While she hadn’t minded the taste of Jeff’s ejaculate, it had been a surprise and so hot, and there had been so much of it. She worried she might choke, but he’d held her head at the right angle and her own orgasm had blurred the reality somewhat. She also sensed that he felt a whole lot more excited than he let on, and she felt some power, too. After turning her to sit on the bench with Jeff, Devon brought her a bottle of water, and she drank it gratefully, resting her head on Jeff’s shoulder. They sat there for a few minutes, Devon watching her, his cock bobbing just in front of her face. Instinctively, Alex knew he wanted her mouth, too. She let Jeff lift her to her feet and tug her with him onto the bed. He pushed behind her to brace his back on the headboard, settling her buttocks between his spread thighs. Her ass rested against his cock, and he began to harden again. Devon duckwalked to kneel upright between Alex and Jeff’s splayed legs. His cock was level with Alex’s face in this position, and she stared at it in awe. He placed his hands on her shoulders, as well supported as she was by Jeff’s body, and looked down at her. “Open your mouth for me, honey,” he commanded. Alex obediently opened her mouth, and Devon set the head of his cock just inside her lips. He rested it on her plump bottom lip just like in his fantasy and told her to lick the head. From his vantage point he could see her little pointed tongue dart out to swirl around it.

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“Suck me inside, Alex,” he said, and held himself hard against the suction and the heat of her mouth. “Keep sucking and swirl your tongue around it. Pay attention to the underside.” **** Alex did her best to follow his instructions. It was so different than what Jeff had done, where he had basically thrust and pumped into her mouth like it was her vagina. This was slower and took technique, and she could taste him and feel very little bump and valley with her tongue. He seemed to like it, too, if his groans and little shudders were anything to go by. She felt Jeff release her wrists with a low growl to leave her hands on the mattress, and he began to pull and tug her nipples with his usual skill. She lost concentration for a moment, and Devon spoke sharply. “Alex.” Alex tried to keep her focus on Devon, sucking and swirling her tongue. He pushed deeper into her mouth, and she felt him at the back of her throat. Before she could gag, Devon told her to breathe through her nose and relax her throat muscles. She tried, and it helped a lot, but his cock was so big and long, and her jaw was really getting sore. As if he could read her mind, Devon started thrusting harder against her throat. Jeff then inserted two fingers inside her, and the angle pushed against something different, the butt plug making things so tight in there. She began to shudder. “Swallow!” Devon ordered, and somehow she did. Devon pumped his cum against the back of her throat in rivulets, and she gulped it down as she came apart around Jeff’s fingers.

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Chapter Eight Alex slept with Devon on her right and Jeff on her left. They, too, napped, overwhelmed by Alex’s sweet accommodation and innate sexuality. Devon woke first and went to shower. He came out to dry himself and found Jeff waiting. “I don’t have the words, man,” Devon said. “We’ve shared women before, but this is different, amigo.” Jeff got into the shower. He spoke over the sound of the water, but Devon heard him clearly. “I told you she was special. We’re keeping her. As soon as I clean up, let’s get dinner fixed and plan something nice for her for tonight.” They put fixings for a barbeque together in the kitchen, working alongside one another with well-rehearsed familiarity. Alex had said she wasn’t really fond of a lot of meat, so they had marinated a little chicken breast for her, and Jeff put together a salad while Devon seasoned two huge sirloins and wrapped potatoes in foil. They set the table and found all the necessary condiments. All that remained was to light the grill. “I don’t think we should fuck her again tonight, especially not at the same time, Dev,” Jeff stated. “Well, she’s going to have to take the butt plug again in the morning or sleep with it in overnight, buddy, but I think we should wait.” Devon continued, “I want to spend time with her tonight, maybe watch some tube, eat some popcorn, or even go for a walk or something.”

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**** Jeff was so pleased. The sex was terrific, awesome, but he wanted something more, and apparently Devon thought so, too. They didn’t have to try and cram all of Alex’s training into one weekend. No way was that possible. “Let’s take her to the Club, just for a drink after dinner,” suggested Devon. It was indeed serious, if Devon was wanting to take Alex to the Club for a drink and not to play. He wanted to show her off, Jeff thought, but in a relationship kind of way. He wanted to as well, though there was a little niggle in his gut about taking Alex there. He chose not to look at it too closely. Jeff paused in mid thought. “What if Alex just wants to fool around and learn more sex stuff, Dev?” **** Devon hadn’t thought about that. They had essentially seduced Alex into coming home with them for the weekend to learn about her pleasure, but they hadn’t talked about dating. He and Jeff didn’t really date. They trained and fucked women at the Club, picked up women in bars and brought them home to fuck, together or separately. Christ, Alex hadn’t even asked them about health risks. They knew she was safe, and they always used condoms except for oral sex, but the girl hadn’t even known enough to ask. Unless she just trusted them. His heart swelled uncomfortably in his chest. “We just won’t give her a choice, Jeff,” he asserted. “We’ll carry her along on our momentum, and I think she’ll like it.” Devon kissed Alex awake, loving how she mewled and stretched like a tidy little cat in their bed. Wait. He and Jeff had their own bedrooms. This wasn’t anyone’s bed. At least not until now. How could he have it so bad so fast? And why was Jeff on his ass over her,

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too? He lifted her and carried her to the bathroom, marvelling at the strength in her slight form. Alex used the toilet while he got the shower ready for her, and he hid a smile at her resigned look. Those kinds of boundaries were nonsense when you considered the kind of things they had done to her and were planning to do. They would give her privacy when she evacuated her bowels, as they were sensitive enough to understand that was somewhere even the most liberated woman would not allow them to tread. Devon pushed her gently inside and told her to hurry as they were going to put dinner on the table in a few minutes. He dared not wash her for fear his resolve not to push her any further tonight would dissolve. “Dev?” “What, honey?” he asked. “Can I take the plug out now?” Alex’s cheeks burned, but she stared unblinkingly at him. “Sure, honey, here, I’ll do it,” he replied. Alex backed away and shook her head. “No, I can.” Devon switched from accommodating to dominant in a heartbeat, his gaze darkening and lowering as he watched Alex struggle to hide her irritation “Come here,” he said, and she shrugged and went to him, water droplets sliding down her body, pooling in her navel and dripping off the ends of her breasts. Devon struggled to ignore the rising of his little man and put her over the edge of the vanity, causing her to rise on her toes. He slapped her buttocks. Alex quivered and waited. “Uh-uh, honey, you aren’t going to distract me,” Devon chided just as Jeff came to see what was taking so long. “I’m going to take the plug out, Jeff, although Alex would like to take care of that little task on her own.” “We like to do that for you, darlin’. I told you our job was to take care of you.” Besides, he wanted to see her rosebud wink at him again.

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**** Devon slowly pulled and twisted the plug out of Alex’s ass. Alex could see their faces in the wall mirror, both watching intently, and she thrilled to see the raw arousal there, even if she was a bit embarrassed and uncomfortable. They stared at her bottom hole like they did at her pussy. It was strange, but they obviously really enjoyed it, yucky as she assumed it would be. Their boxers were tented by their erections. “Alex?” Jeff got her attention. “Your little hole is staying open and showing a rim of pink, darlin’. Devon is one lucky guy to be the first one in there.” “Well, you got into me first before, Jeff,” she replied daringly, watching his face flush at the memory. She reminded them that the shower was running and then wished she hadn’t been so hasty. Maybe they could have touched her some more and made her come if she hadn’t interrupted them. Mercy, she was some kind of a slut, that’s what she was. But she wasn’t going to think about that now. Monday was in two more sleeps.

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Chapter Nine Jeff was working the grill and Devon was pacing the terrace when Alex came out for dinner. She smiled to herself when she heard Devon’s comment. “I’m not having any luck here, Jeff, getting rid of this boner.” “I’ll just go put her nightgown out,” Jeff said. “Good idea,” Devon agreed. Dinner was strained at first, but soon settled into an almost easy camaraderie, with the good food and chatter soothing libidos. Alex felt covered to a certain degree, which helped a little, and she enjoyed the conversation. The men talked about their work, or at least the printable parts, and shared more about their growing-up years. College stories had everyone laughing, though Alex had fewer exploits to share. Devon and Jeff did not talk about girlfriends or dating, despite one comment from Alex about their unmarried status, other than to say they had never settled down. Devon broached the subject of the Club first, not going into great detail, but giving the impression of a place where members could let loose and release stress. He told Alex the Club had a dining room and a bar-lounge area as well as private rooms. He winked at her when he talked of the latter, and she assumed that it might be something like a gentleman’s club. Alex wasn’t sure she wanted to go to such a place, but Devon and Jeff seemed eager to share some of their life with her, so she agreed. Until she remembered she had nothing appropriate to wear. A brief argument ensued, and Alex found herself putting on some of the sexy underwear she had purchased under her jeans and shirt, with their

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help of course. Jeff and Devon pulled on well-tailored slacks and shirts. They then drove her to a mall still open for a very quick shopping excursion. The store was somewhere Alex would never have set foot in. It was costly, for sure, and the clothing would never be suitable for her. Devon and Jeff rifled through the racks after asking her size and brought her a few dresses two sizes smaller. When she pointed out the mistake, Devon quietly told her that quality clothing was properly tailored and differently sized than clothing in a big chain store. Alex was a bit hurt, and he was quick to cuddle her and assure her that her clothes were fine, just not suitable for the Club. This boutique sold high-end merchandise, including jewelry, lingerie, and shoes. Jeff and Devon were familiar with it, having shopped there for other women, though never with them. They seemed to be having a lot of fun. Alex had thought men didn’t like shopping, though Jeff and Devon had both dressed nicely the two times they came to her office. She hadn’t seen them in anything other than boxers since, unless naked counted, so she didn’t know if they were clotheshorses. She refused a pink dress but took a soft red one and one in seafoam green. **** Jeff thought Alex looked like a nymph in the green dress, like the wind would take her away. He liked the simplicity of it and how it set off her coloring. The red dress, however, moulded her shape without looking slutty, falling just above the knee in a soft drape. She looked stunning, her innocence obvious but with a hint of sensuality. He saw Devon literally clamp his jaw when he saw her. The salesclerk brought a pair of red stilettos for Alex to try, and they showed her legs magnificently, elongating her spine and giving her an almost regal height. Alex complained about the discomfort, and so they compromised. She could wear her own shoes to the Club

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and change into the heels at the door. Jeff privately thought she would be wearing those shoes and nothing else later tonight in their bedroom. A pair of thigh-high stockings was provided, and then Jeff found a fine white gold chain, fastening it at the nape of Alex’s neck with care. Devon didn’t miss that addition, and they locked eyes in mutual understanding. No collaring ceremony, maybe too premature, but it felt pretty final all the same. **** They were beaming at her with pride, and Alex managed not to rain on their parade, though she was feeling a bit like a dress-up doll. This was a weekend event, so better not to make a big deal out of the clothes and spoil what was left of it. Alex believed, even with some words to the contrary, that she would go to work Monday and they would move on. Because she was losing herself around them, to them, and despite the wonders she had experienced with her burgeoning sexuality, even she could sense the risk. When it all came to an end, when they moved on to their other women, she feared her heart would break. Better sooner than later. The Club was a surprise to Alex. She had expected something different than the calm atmosphere filled with attractive, wellgroomed men and lovely women dressed much as she was. There were collections of tables and comfortable chairs scattered around the room, and couples or two men and one woman sat and conversed while having drinks. She felt a bit awkward about being with two men, but no one raised any eyebrow. The men introduced her to a number of people, and Alex felt welcomed by everyone. The men did tend to check her out in a fairly blatant manner, just as Devon and Jeff had done when they first met, but Alex felt safe and comfortable and a little flattered at the approving male stares. Devon and Jeff seemed proud of her, though she noticed them giving a couple of the other

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fellows some pretty hard looks. Alex wondered if they were actually being possessive of her. Alex met a few of the women in the restroom, and there was none of the bitchy talk or intrusive personal questions she had come to expect of women considering her experience with her roommates and some of the other faculty members. She was asked if she was going to attend any of the scenes in the Club later, or participate, and even then Lacey and Monica were nice about her ignorance, simply smiling and saying they’d probably see her around another time, though Melissa seemed a little superior in her attitude. She informed Alex that she was a trained sub and in a long-term relationship with a wellrespected Dom named Stephan. Alex remembered Stephan from the introductions. He was a big, handsome man who had looked at her knowingly but hadn’t said anything of any interest. Melissa was really beautiful and had a terrific figure, Alex admitted to herself. She just wasn’t as nice as Lacy and Monica seemed. Alex sensed bubbling excitement, particularly in Lacey, who was with a fellow, Greg somebody, who was a detective like Devon and Jeff. She wondered if Lacey and that guy were an item or if it was just fooling around like with her and Devon and Jeff. Lacey was just a little thing, even in her stilettos, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes, but she was curvy and sexy-looking in her short ivory dress. She had a beautiful thick gold chain around her neck and a gemstone of emerald hung in the hollow of her throat. Alex touched the chain that Jeff and Devon had given her and thought she’d wear it always in memory of them even though she knew she should give it back. The thought of someone else wearing it, another one of their women being pleasured by them, brought tears to her eyes, and she fought the revelation that she really cared for Devon and Jeff. Maybe they could separate sex from this connection she was feeling, but she couldn’t and realized that she was going to get hurt when they moved on to someone else. Like after this weekend.

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**** Jeff picked up on Alex’s mood even as she was returning to the table, and he noticed that Devon was looking at her intently as well. He stood and helped her into the chair that Devon held for her, stroking her forearms as he did so. “What’s wrong, baby?” Jeff asked quietly. Alex shrugged. “Nothing, really.” “We don’t do lies, Alex, remember?” said Devon, leaning into her space. “Lies get punished and not the kind of punishment you like.” Alex leaned away from them both, her eyes widening and her mouth dropping. “It’s okay, really.” Devon looked positively stormy. “Did someone say something to you in the restroom?” “No, no, those women are really nice. They made me feel comfortable.” “Then, what?” Jeff asked again. “Or we can go home and you will tell us there.” Alex sighed. “If you must know, I was feeling kind of sad at the thought of the weekend ending.” Jeff watched her take a deep breath, and then she told them she was a little jealous of their other women, crazy as that seemed because, after all, she had no hold on them, and they’d just met after all. Jeff was torn between rejoicing that Alex regretted the weekend ending, feeling angry that she saw this time as finite, and pleased that she was jealous. Not that she needed to be jealous of other women because there were no others now that they had found her. He also found her run-on sentence endearing and pulled her onto his lap. “Jeff!” she protested. “What will your friends think?” Devon kissed her hand, gently squeezing her fingertips, and told her, “They’ll think that you are our woman, and that we are fucking you six ways from Sunday. Which we are.” Jeff added, “The Club members are all in relationships similar to

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ours, darlin’, and we wanted them to meet you and for you to get comfortable with them. We spend a lot of time here.” “Relationship?” she said. Both he and Devon gave her equally serious looks, and Jeff saw the desire in Devon’s, certain that his own reflected the same thing. “Relationship, honey,” Devon confirmed. “We’ve told you that you are ours, so relax and enjoy the ride.” “I want to believe you,” Alex said, “I really do, but…” Jeff said, “It’s early days, baby, we know, but we both want you to spend lots of time with us. We’ll play, but we want to do other stuff, too, like come here, and do things together.” “What are scenes?” she ventured. Jeff knew the subject had been broached in the restroom, and was pleased that Alex was getting an introduction to their lifestyle by someone other than them, though that was as far as he was prepared to let anyone go. He knew that Devon felt as possessive as he did. “We’ll bring you here next weekend, sweetheart, and show you what the Club is all about. How’s that?” he answered. **** Alex was now intensely curious, but agreed. Next weekend couldn’t come soon enough, and it meant another two days with Devon and Jeff. They finished their drinks, and Devon suggested they head for home. Alex liked the sound of that. Jeff drove this time, and Devon shared the backseat with her. By the time they pulled up to the house, Alex was squirming in her seat and reaching for an orgasm as Devon’s hands played between her legs and his lips nibbled all the sensitive spots on her neck and throat. Her panties were around her thighs, effectively pinning them together, and the position kept Devon’s fingers trapped tightly against her clit and opening, causing even more friction and sensation. Jeff leaped from the front seat and threw her door open, reaching

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in to lift her out just as Devon released her seat belt. “Fuck, Devon,” he growled. “I shouldn’t be driving while Alex is making those sounds. My dick kept getting in the way of the steering wheel.” He carried Alex over his shoulder into the house to the sound of Devon’s laughter. Alex hoped the neighbours didn’t see her panties or her bare ass, but really liked the caveman style. They went straight into the master bedroom, and Jeff stood her down, holding her until she caught her balance. Jeff stripped Alex of her clothes, leaving her standing in just her stockings and stilettos. “How hot is that,” he breathed, pulling off his own clothes, his eyes never leaving her. “Are you too sore for us to fuck you again, darlin’?” Devon was shucking his own clothes right behind him, and together they stalked toward Alex, caging her and herding her to the bed. “I’ll bet that little pussy is waiting to be stuffed with cock again, right, honey?” She loved how Jeff called her darlin’ when he was aroused. Devon favoured honey. They called her baby and sweetheart, too, and a few other endearments, but darlin’ and honey pushed her buttons. Not to mention the filthy talk. “I think I’d like that, fellows, if you think you’re up to it,” she teased. With low growls they pounced on her and took her down in a laughing, squealing pile. Devon caught her throat in his big hand, caressing her and rolling the thin chain. Alex felt mastered somehow and impulsively plastered her lips against his. He devoured her, and Jeff swooped in to suckle at her breasts, alternating with his mouth and his fingers so neither felt unattended. They pulled her legs apart with their own, pinning her and leaving her feeling deliciously exposed and wanton with her thigh-highs and fancy shoes still on. She felt two hands meet at her apex, one shoving fingers up her and

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curling and rubbing against that special spot while the other plucked at her clit. The arousal she had felt in the SUV escalated, and she strained and rubbed against them, sucking Devon’s tongue into her mouth and moaning with delight. She crested, and Devon rolled over her, stabbing his cock into her labia, unerringly finding the opening of her pussy and filling her in one thrust. Alex spasmed around him, making tiny cries of completion. **** Devon spilled himself into her, losing it like a teenager, but he was swept away by the completeness of the act. Jeff shoved at him, and Devon obligingly pulled out of Alex, only then realizing that he hadn’t donned a condom, a fact Jeff must have quickly assimilated when he made his own sheathed entry, his incredulous stare at odds with his passion-strained features. Devon then understood his lack of restraint and felt both anxious and elated. Alex could get pregnant, but did he really worry if she did? She was the first woman he had taken bareback, and it felt totally right. If her belly swelled with his child or Jeff’s, well, that would be just fine by him. **** Jeff tried not to reflect on Devon’s totally uncharacteristic action as he moved over Alex. It had served to take the edge off, and he took Alex in slow, unhurried strokes, learning every muscle in the walls of her sheath, chafing her G-spot, bumping her cervix. She was slick with her own cum, intermingling with Devon’s ejaculate, and he was so aware of the sexy, juicy sounds they made as he pulled out and slammed back in. Her legs wrapped around his hips, and her hands feathered his forearms. She looked at him through desire-filled eyes, and he hastened his strokes, angling to stimulate her clit. She milked him, and he gave himself over to it, no longer holding back his groan

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of release, and collapsed over her, nuzzling his face into her neck. Devon pulled Alex’s shoes and stockings off and carried her to the shower, and Jeff followed, stripping off the condom. Neither spoke to the other, focusing their attention on Alex, who clearly wanted to sleep. Jeff suspected that she was trying to put a little distance between them to sort things through, and he wasn’t going to let her retreat. **** Devon was still thinking about making love to her without a condom. Not fucking her, but making love to her. It didn’t matter. Alex might not have grasped that he’d come inside of her, but he believed in his heart that she knew something had changed in the way they had both taken her tonight, and he meant to capitalize on it. **** Alex relaxed against Jeff’s chest while Devon washed her from head to toe, lingering on the important bits in between. He turned her and cuddled her close while Jeff washed and conditioned her hair. She felt entranced and appreciated the quiet time to contemplate how the last hour or so had gone. They had been different with her, less playful, less demanding, and there was a more give-and-take feel to the sex. Alex thought they maybe had made love to her, albeit in different ways, and her heart swelled. “Deep thoughts, sweetheart?” Jeff’s voice broke into her thoughts. She opened her eyes and smiled at him. “Nope, just enjoying the moment.” “C’mon, baby, let’s get you dried off and tucked into bed.” Alex was bundled into a bath sheet and her hair twisted dry in another fluffy towel. True to his word, Jeff tucked her into bed before climbing in beside her, and Devon spooned on the other side, kissing

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her shoulder and wrapping an arm around her waist. She was asleep without having another thought. **** As soon as Jeff was certain Alex was deeply asleep, he got up and found her clothes, carefully hanging the dress in the closet and putting the shoes on the rack. He threw the lingerie into the hamper before donning a pair of boxers, motioning to Devon to get his ass out of bed and follow him to the kitchen. “What the fuck, Devon!” he growled. Devon put his hands up and acknowledged Jeff’s ire. “I know, but I don’t care.” “She might be pregnant!” “So what if she is, man?” Devon shrugged. “I’d be okay with that.” Jeff dropped onto a stool and stared at his friend. Slowly he said, “I’d be okay with it, too, but how about Alex?” “I’ll talk to her tomorrow, Jeff, but it’ll be fine. I know it.” Jeff shook his head, but the idea of setting up house with her and Devon, even having a baby in the mix, while a tad overwhelming, felt right somehow. Not to mention being able to fuck Alex bareback anytime, well… He trudged back to the bedroom and stood staring down at her slender form curled up under the duvet. The long blonde hair fell in damp strands across her cheek and shoulders, and her breast rose gently with her deep breaths. She was beautiful and a good person, and she could be carrying their child. It didn’t matter if Devon had impregnated her. They would both be the father to the baby. He slipped into bed without waking her and gathered her close. She sighed in her sleep and nuzzled into his shoulder. His heart melted, he knew it, and he drifted off, vaguely aware of Devon climbing in on the other side and spooning against her back.

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**** Alex woke the next morning with a sense of déjà vu. She was bound, spread-eagle, to the bed, except this time she was on her belly and a pillow was under her hips, raising her buttocks high. She just knew she had bed hair and really wanted to brush her teeth. Gosh darn those impatient men. “Morning, honey,” said Devon in a cheerful voice that made her want to choke him. She needed her coffee, too, or at the very least, a Coke. “Morning, Alex,” said Jeff in an equally happy tone. “I need to pee, brush my teeth, and fix my hair,” she stated in an irritated tone, screwing up her eyes. “Sorry, babe. This will just take a minute, and we’ll let you up. Breakfast is ready, too,” encouraged Jeff. “What’s going to take just a minute?” she demanded. Secretly she hoped it was an orgasm, though her bladder might not make that so wonderful, and she needed more than a minute. No one answered her, but she felt her butt cheeks pulled open and a finger press against her back hole. She flinched away and opened her mouth to protest, but Devon was right there with his cock, and it smothered her words. “C’mon, honey,” he urged. “Jeff is going to stretch that bottom hole in time for this afternoon’s festivities, and I would really like some kindness here.” Alex wanted to roll her eyes but knew he was trying to distract her. She obligingly closed her lips around the head of his penis and slowly sucked him into her mouth like she would a spaghetti noodle. Devon choked. “Holy shit, princess, what was that? How did you learn to do that?” Alex really wasn’t able to answer, her mouth quite full at the time, but she sucked harder until her cheeks hollowed and swirled her tongue around him at the same time.

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**** Devon thought he might actually be hurting with pleasure and caught Jeff’s mirth-filled gaze. Just you wait, he thought to himself while trying not to pull away from Alex’s determined suction and maybe lose something important. “I’ll be laughing your way soon.” “Enough, Alex,” he actually begged. “Let me do some of the work.” **** Her jaw was starting to ache, so Alex released him, though she realized that this was a game she might just win with practice. Devon began to thrust into her mouth. It was an odd angle, and her teeth tended to catch a little on him. His thrusts were interspersed with muttered curses and stifled groans. She waited until she felt him tense a little then pushed forward and swallowed on the head as he slipped further back to her throat. Devon yelped and came. Alex managed to swallow some of his ejaculate, but the rest ran down her chin along with her spittle. Devon pulled out and looked down at her with what she swore was awe. “We have created a monster, Jeff, I swear. That was too much.” **** Jeff hadn’t taken advantage of the distraction, taken as he was by the action. His cock throbbed and lurched toward Alex, and he took a step back, snapping out of his fascination. He threw Devon one of the towels he had handy. “Wipe her face, Dev.” He filled a plunger with lube and carefully filled Alex’s puckered entrance then rubbed it with a finger, stretching the ring of muscles

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and pushing in slowly. She opened with an ease that surprised him, though she whimpered at the burn. “It’ll be fine, darlin’, you know it,” he crooned to her as he withdrew and lubed up the plug. He pressed it in then twisted it until it was inside to the flat base, all the while rubbing her back and murmuring words of encouragement. Devon was still down for the count, so he cleaned up the excess lube with another towel and untied Alex. “Hurry up and get to that bathroom, darlin’,” he instructed her. “I want a taste of breakfast here first.” He watched as Alex rolled and swung her legs to the floor gingerly, trying not to seat the plug any deeper. She stalked to the bathroom and slammed the door. He heard Devon chuckle, and Jeff let the minor rebellion go. He was going to tongue her until she had at least two orgasms and have her suck him off at the same time. Then they’d have breakfast with her all soft and sated and happy to be fed. Devon could break the bad news to her then. Jeff had a feeling that the door slamming was the least of their worries. Alex emerged looking more cheerful, though clearly not impressed with the large plug impeding her graceful movements. Jeff hugged her to him and laid her on her side on the bed. He climbed up beside her and smiled at her look of surprise when he took a reverse position. Alex seemed to quickly catch on when he rolled onto his side and put his cock in her face while lifting her leg and pushing his face between her thighs to nuzzle into her sex. Alex took hold of him and felt it carefully from root to tip. He jerked between her thighs, and she tightened them around his head. He moaned against her sex and danced his tongue over her clit and pressed it into her pussy opening. When she swiped her tongue over the head of his penis and pressed into the tiny opening, he jerked in her hands, and he renewed his efforts. He knew that Devon was reclining at the head of the bed, watching, and it should make her even more excited. Just as he felt the fluttering of the beginning of her orgasm, she abruptly sucked his

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cock into her mouth hard, her teeth scraping him lightly, much as had happened with Devon. He clamped on her clit, and she inadvertently gasped and choked him deep as she climaxed. Jeff spurted at the back of her throat, and this time Devon was there with a towel, as she couldn’t swallow it all. Jeff rolled free of Alex’s thighs and tried to slow his breathing. Holy shit, and he had laughed at Devon. Who was enjoying the payback right that moment, actually. Jeff was done for a while, too. **** Alex slid out between Jeff and Devon and made her way to the kitchen. She had poured coffee and sliced a cinnamon bun, slathering it with butter, before either man made an appearance wearing boxers and a look. Game on, guys. She pulled a banana from the bowl on the island, peeled it slowly and carefully, and began to nibble on it. She’d seen bits and pieces of porn over the years, though it wasn’t any interest to her, at least not then. She knew, however, that this analogy wasn’t lost on either Devon or Jeff and reveled in the fact. Alex might be having to sit on one butt check or the other because of that stupid pink plug up her bottom, but reminding them of how she had pushed their buttons just a few minutes earlier was giving her a lot of satisfaction. **** She didn’t realize that Jeff knew a smug woman when he saw one, as did Devon. And what she didn’t grasp, because she was so inexperienced, was that her very ability to get them off so easily was a win for them. She wasn’t yet aware that they delighted in how she assumed the heady mantle of her newfound sexuality and would never burst her bubble. “What would you like to do this morning, Alex?” Devon asked as

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he poured more coffee. “Nothing that involves sitting,” she replied tartly. “How about a hot tub, followed by a massage?” Devon offered on a chuckle. “I’d like to sunbathe on the back deck and read a book, actually, Devon,” she answered. “Sure, sweetheart. You do that while we clean up here. We’ll be out to oil you up and make sure you don’t burn,” Devon said, a little taken aback that she might want some time alone, but rallied, exchanging a look with Jeff. They watched hungrily as Alex wandered to the hall closet and retrieved a book from her little case, the pink plug swaying with her walk. They worked together quickly to put things away and stack the dishwasher. Devon put some subs together for lunch, storing them in the refrigerator, while Jeff checked the phone for messages, having turned it off prior to Alex’s arrival Friday night. “Anything?” asked Devon. “Nothing that can’t wait, although Elise left you a callback number.” “That’s a call I won’t be making, Jeff,” Devon said somberly. “There’s room for no other woman in my life now, pussy-whipped or not.” Jeff nodded. “You still need to talk to her about last night.” Devon smiled one of his evil smiles. “I’ll help her understand while we’re oiling that sweet little body. Right before the hot tub and massage.” They found Alex stretched out on her belly on a lounge pad that she’d dragged onto the middle of the deck. She was reading, her hair gathered on top of her head, legs bent at the knee, slowly scissoring in the hot late morning sun. She made a heart-stopping picture, and they stood and looked at her, silent and appreciative. Devon was the first to move, crossing to her and hauling another pad from a lounge to lay it beside hers. He knelt and squeezed suntan

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lotion in a long strip down her spine and across the crease of her ass. Alex arched a little but made no comment. He began to work the cream into her skin, and she dropped her head to give him access to the nape of her neck. Jeff settled near her feet, putting lotion on his hands and smoothing it up the soles, over her ankles, calves, and thighs, paying attention to the crease where her buttocks met her thighs. Alex’s legs drifted apart at his touch, displaying more of the plug and a hint of her pussy lips. He rubbed a bit harder on the crease, and she spread further, so he slipped a lotion-covered finger down to cover her labia, deliberately not pushing inside. Devon finished her back and buttocks and then lotioned her arms, tugging her fingers and then sliding up under her armpits to slip over the sides of her breasts. **** Alex waited in anticipation yet wondered how she could crave another orgasm so soon. Women, she decided, were lucky. They could have several orgasms without waiting to recover, unlike men. That is, if they were lucky enough to have men like hers. Gosh, listen to her, men like hers. “Whatcha thinking, sweetheart?” asked Jeff. He was a bit more in tune with her than Devon, or maybe more curious, whereas Devon’s sheer confidence didn’t make him beat everything to death. But what the H! He asked, so she would tell him. “I was just thinking that I want lots more orgasms, and how lucky women are to be able to have several in one day.” “Darlin’, be careful what you wish for,” Jeff advised. “We’ll be happy to oblige, but we can make you come over and over without any respite until you pass out. We’ve not had the need to make that a part of punishment, but it can be arranged.” Alex clamped down on both the butt plug and her smug retort at

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his response. It sounded pretty wonderful, but passing out? Holy cow. “I need to talk with you about something, Alex,” said Devon quite seriously. Alex turned her head to lock eyes with him, lying right next to her. She felt a little anxious, like this was going to be bad news, and Jeff’s soothing rub on her back amplified the feeling. She wanted to stick her fingers in her ears and make noises. They had talked about a relationship last night, but people changed their minds all the time. “Quit thinking, love,” Devon told her firmly, “and hear me out. There’s no easy way to tell you this, Alex.” He grasped her chin when she would have turned her head away. “Last night when I made love to you, well, fucked you, I didn’t use a condom.” Alex’s eyes grew huge for a moment, and then she shut them tightly, talking under her breath. Jeff kept rubbing her back. “Alex? Honey? I don’t have any diseases or anything, and if you get pregnant, that’s great, and we’ll work it out…” Devon trailed off as Alex opened her eyes. “It should be okay. I just finished my period, and I think that’s a safe time.” “But that was pretty darn irresponsible, Devon,” she advised him, “for a man of your experience, when you knew I wasn’t on the pill or anything.” **** Devon wanted to kiss her silly and bang his head on the deck, all at the same time. Jeff was smirking at him over her shoulder. He smiled as she picked up her book again and began to read, effectively dismissing them both. Devon rolled over to allow the sun to beat down on his face and chest, breathing the scent of Alex and suntan lotion. Jeff dropped down beside him on his belly and Devon

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watched him watch Alex, squinting against the glare. Devon was content as their woman devoured the printed word, naked and with a pink butt plug up her ass. It was his kind of domestic scene, and they were never going to let her go. When Jeff scooped Alex up and carried her to the hot tub despite her protests, for she had had enough sun, Devon went to get the subs and some drinks for them. **** Alex floated around in the tub, snacking on tiny bites of sub sandwiches followed by swigs of water. She felt decadently spoiled, and her anticipation was building again. She knew that the plug was in preparation of Devon having sex with her there. It was scary, but she wanted to let him do it. If it hurt, well, she’d have tried it and would say no about a second time. She knew he wouldn’t cause her any lasting damage. She also thought that she should go and get put on birth control next week. It had felt even better when Devon hadn’t used protection, now that she thought about it, and that would mean Jeff could forgo condoms, too. Devon helped Alex out of the tub and wrapped her in a big towel. He took her to the playroom and put her on the massage table while Jeff cleared up after lunch. By the time Jeff arrived in the playroom, Devon had massaged Alex’s shoulders and neck and was working on the small of her back. Jeff grabbed a cloth and began to remove the plug. Alex felt empty, somehow, and her muscles gripped it as it slipped out. From the silence she knew that they were looking at her anus again and wondered at men’s fascination with hidden, forbidden parts. “Alex?” Devon’s voice was strained and husky. “We’re going to fuck you now, honey.” They raised her off the table and led her into the living room, to the plush rug in front of the fireplace, now glowing on a low setting.

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Devon arranged her on her hands and knees and crouched behind her, pressing lubricant against her stretched anus. He added lube to the length of his cock and pushed the head up against the opening. “Relax, Alex, and push back against me like you did the plug, honey,” he instructed. Jeff held her head and watched Devon begin to breach her ass. It was the hottest thing. “You okay, darlin’?” Alex nodded against his hands, and Devon pushed in further. “So tight and so fucking hot, Jeff. That’s it, honey, push back on me.” Alex couldn’t begin to describe the feeling of Devon’s large penis making its way, inch by excruciating inch, up her bottom. It burned, but it tingled, too, and the fullness coiled in her belly. He reached under her and fingered her clit. The extra sensation made her take a deep breath, and suddenly Devon was in deep, his testicles touching her labia. He held perfectly still, allowing her to adjust to him, then slowly withdrew and pushed back in. Alex groaned and clamped down on him. “Shit, Jeff, you’d better get a cover on. I’m not going to last.” Jeff shook his head. “How about if Alex blows me instead?” Devon gritted his teeth. “This is our woman, and she deserves this, Jeff. Cover up.” **** Jeff drew on a condom and watched as Devon rolled with Alex, further impaling her and eliciting an excited whimper. Her face was taut with passion and her eyes reached out and touched him. He didn’t want to hurt her. She was so new at this, but desire warred with tenderness and desire won out. Devon held her thighs apart, and Jeff could see how wet she was. He knelt between their outstretched legs and pushed into her. She was

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unbelievably tight. He could feel every vein and ripple of Devon’s cock through the thin membrane separating them. Alex started to shake. “Are you okay?” he asked anxiously. “I don’t know,” she muttered, struggling to look at him. “It’s too much. I need something, please.” They began to stroke inside her, one in, one out. Alex came apart around them, screaming her release. They kept at her, and she whimpered at having another orgasm so close to her last but couldn’t stop it. When the next one took her, the men followed, shouting and grunting their release. Jeff pulled out and leaned away so Devon could breathe, kissing Alex tenderly. **** Devon held Alex close and rocked her on him. He began to harden and swell again, and she moaned. He rolled her under him and pistoned in and out of her ass, straining for release. It drained him when it came, and he collapsed on her, reveling in the smooth skin of her back and sweet, clean smell of her hair. Life was purely fucking awesome.

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Chapter Ten The next weeks were a blur for Alex. She got the Pill so they didn’t have to use condoms and moved in with Jeff and Devon, ignoring the curiosity of her roommates. She made arrangements to move her office to their home at the end of the semester, taking another position that didn’t pay well but would allow her to build a consulting business over time. She was taking a leap of faith but trusted them and didn’t want it any other way. Alex helped make meals and helped to take care of the house and yard. There were no roles in their household, except for the things she didn’t know much about, like the cars and in the sex department. Jeff and Devon were dominant and didn’t hesitate to have her meet their needs. Not that she had any complaints, though there were times when she thought she’d like to initiate sex or touch them before they had her do so. Sometimes she would slide beneath the covers if she woke in the night and suck the first available penis into her mouth, reveling in the immediate response. The penis’s owner would shudder awake and immediately take control. More often than not Alex would be on her knees sucking him while the other pushed into her from behind. They were insatiable and highly inventive, and Alex loved it. She was always ready when they came home from work, naked or close to it, and dinner often was eaten much later in the evening. They practiced oral sex, vaginal sex, and anal sex regularly, in a variety of positions, together and separately, but mostly together. If she had her period or didn’t feel well, they cuddled and held her and respected her privacy. She slept between them almost every night, feeling loved and so safe. When they had to work late or a different shift, which was

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rare because of their seniority, she felt incomplete and her sleep was fragmented. Alex was introduced to the paddle and the flogger, as well as a variety of toys. It all built her pleasure and any pain was highly erotic. Being restrained and open to their every whim aroused her beyond belief, particularly when she was blindfolded and could only anticipate where they would lay the next touch. Her orgasms were all the more consuming when her skin was heated with the toys. They never left welts or marks, but delighted in turning her pink, reddening her bottom, and giving her that extra stimulation that made her orgasms all the more powerful. Alex would sometimes endeavour to annoy them just so she could delight in a punishment. They bought her kinky jewelry, and it thrilled her. The beautiful nipple clamps alone could bring her off, and when they used the clit clamp to torment her tiny bud, making her come over and over, well, it was mind-blowing. Her men were demanding but careful with her, and she trusted them totally. They took such pleasure in her own, and she loved the times she knew she had forced them to lose their famed control. She still had some boundary issues, or, she thought, maybe they did, but they compromised. It wasn’t all about physical intimacy. They told her about their work and were interested in hers. They had lively discussions about all manner of subjects, and Alex met Devon’s family. She was instantly accepted and included in what was both a warm and slightly overwhelming group. Devon’s mom confided that Devon never brought girlfriends home, and his sisters treated her like a sibling. Devon’s brothers checked her out, but it was done in a tongue-incheek manner. She recognized it as such and smiled to herself when both Devon and Jeff surrounded her and threw warning, angry glances at the other men. Their wives hid smiles, too. Devon and Jeff biked with her on weekends and took drives to explore the countryside. Sometimes they would take short vacations. They planned for the holidays together. Alex didn’t know when she had ever felt so happy

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and part of something so much bigger than she ever thought she would have. The men bought her a variety of lovely outfits to wear out to dinner and to the Club and enticed her into wearing sexy lingerie when she wore clothes at home. The Club was probably the only wrinkle in the relationship. Jeff and Devon had clearly spent a great deal of time there in the past. They were open with Alex about their activities, and she suppressed any jealousy, realizing that they had not even known her back then. She enjoyed meeting some of their friends, if not all of them, and they had dinner there at least once a week and had drinks in the lounge some weekends. One night Alex had accompanied them into the backrooms of the Club. She saw women, naked and bound for the most part, being struck with objects and fondled in front of people. While she could see that the women, Lacey being one of them, weren’t really being hurt and were actually receiving considerable pleasure, she felt uncomfortable intruding on what she felt was private and wasn’t aroused by anything she saw. Heaven knew she wasn’t a prude. She did most of those things with her men, or had them done to her, and she was a most willing participant. But it was private and special between them. She was relieved when Devon and Jeff concurred. More disturbing for her was the sharing that she saw. One of the men’s colleagues, she knew, was in a relationship with a really nice woman. Alex saw her giving another officer a blow job while her partner watched, and he didn’t seem upset, just aroused. Again, Jeff and Devon reassured her with their stated possessiveness. They only shared her with one another. There were a few events that pushed Alex pretty hard. She awoke one Saturday morning to Jeff stroking her hair. She reached for him, but he pulled her to sit up and handed her a small tube. Puzzled, she examined it and saw it was an enema. She was shocked and looked at him in confusion. “Before you protest, Alex, I promise you that we wouldn’t ask

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you to do this if it wasn’t necessary. It will really make things better,” he suggested. “What are you going to do?” she asked him, already wavering under his pleading look. Devon spoke from the doorway. “I wanted to give it to you, Alex, but Jeff is softer than me. So, you have a choice.” “For Christ’s sake, Dev. Just this once can you relax a little?” demanded Jeff. “Nope. And if she doesn’t get her sweet little ass into that bathroom, you’re going to hold her down and I’m going to shove that nozzle in there.” Alex scrambled away from Jeff and out the other side of the bed. She glared at Devon, who advanced on her. She retreated, heading for the bathroom, and Jeff tossed the tube to her. “See you for breakfast in half an hour or so.” Devon winked. Alex used the enema, a bit humiliated and a little furious for giving in, but such was her desire to please Jeff and Devon that she got over it. She showered and went for breakfast. Both men were clearly aroused and anxious for her appearance. She wore a silk robe and ignored their warning glares. To her, it was a fair trade for what she’d just done. Breakfast was a bit strained, but Devon soon recovered his cheerful attitude and Jeff, of course, took good care of her, fixing her coffee just right and giving her the best of the strawberries. After breakfast, Devon practically dragged her off to the playroom. “We like to play doctor, Alex, and now you are ready for it,” said Devon, raising his eyebrows comically. Alex nearly laughed but was still a bit concerned about what was going to happen next. She allowed Jeff to lead her to the examining chair, and he lifted her to sit on the padded seat, pulling off her robe as he did so. Devon had her lie back on the table and then restrained her hands. Alex actually liked having the control taken away from her. That way she could blame them for being perverted, taking away her ability to

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defend herself. When her legs were fitted into the stirrups and secured, she rethought things a little. Devon rotated the table to raise her head slightly and also raise her hips. He inserted a small firm pillow beneath her bottom and then arranged the stirrups so that her legs were up and spread. A strap across her abdomen further immobilized her. Alex felt deliciously helpless and exposed to them, and her pussy wept. There was definitely a place for her in hell, but not today, she hoped. **** Devon stared down at Alex’s pussy, and his cock hardened to the point of bursting. Seeing her restrained and open in this manner of kink was like the best kind of porn, but made all the better by this woman’s inexperience yet apparent willingness to trust and please them. Jeff shouldered him out of the way and pulled a stool up to sit between Alex’s legs. He pressed a kiss on her pussy and ran his tongue up her slit from anus to clit. He held up the speculum for Alex to see. Devon stood at Jeff’s shoulder and stared avidly as Jeff lubricated the device and inserted it into Alex’s vagina. He murmured soothing noises to her while Jeff slowly cranked it open until her cervix and walls could be seen. She was so pink and wet, and there was her Gspot. Jeff reached in with his baby finger and stroked it. Alex shrieked and fought the strap. “Relax, honey,” Devon urged, handing Jeff another, smaller speculum. Jeff covered it in lube and pressed against Alex’s anus. Alex protested even as she pushed against it, and Jeff eased it deep, moving slowly but relentlessly, until he had it seated deep inside of her. He carefully cranked it open, and Alex moaned and whimpered. They could see her empty colon now, nerve endings obvious and pulsing as she clamped against the plastic. Devon inserted a finger

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and stoked teasingly. Alex wailed and fought harder, her head thrashing from side to side. Her pussy walls dripped with moisture, and it ran down over her anus. When Jeff began to stimulate her G-spot, Devon caressed the nerve endings in her colon, and Alex screamed the walls down. Her vagina squirted copious amounts of fluid around Jeff’s finger and poured down over his hand and then Devon’s. He motioned to Jeff to undo the strap, and then they began again, with Jeff also sucking her clit hard against his teeth. Alex bowed up off the table and screamed hoarsely, bucking, her toes curling, thighs clenching. They withdrew and removed the speculums, their movements sure yet clumsy with controlled desire. As soon as Devon released the restraints, he pulled Alex down on top of him and centered her vagina over his cock, sinking deep. Her vagina was still pulsing from the last climax, and he fought for control as she milked him. He flinched as Jeff pushed into her still-open anus and stroked for room against Devon. They sparred within her, hot and full of lust from the intimacy of what they had done to her and seen. She curled, unresisting, between them, then spasmed when they came groaning and shouting hoarsely, filling her with their cum. Devon then took Alex to the hot tub and gently lowered her inside. She was quiet, unresisting, and he was afraid they had hurt her or that it had been too much. “Okay, baby?” asked Devon. Alex opened her eyes and looked at the overhang above the hot tub. “I can’t do that again for a long time. Please.” “No problem, sweetheart,” breathed Jeff. “It was pretty intense.” “You may have spoiled me for anything else, you jerks,” she mumbled, but they heard her and smiled smugly at one another over her head. Alex smacked them both on the chest.

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Chapter Eleven They had rules for her, too, though they abided by the same ones. They wanted to know where she was at all times and whom she associated with. Alex was sure they checked those people out, trying to make sure she was always safe. They expected her to carry her cell phone and check in regularly, particularly at night. Alex knew it wasn’t a trust issue, but caring and concern, and rarely disobeyed, and then only out of forgetfulness. She truly didn’t want to worry them. One night, returning from a university faculty meeting, Alex got a flat. It was drizzling and the roads were a bit slippery, but she managed to get over to the side and pull up well off the pavement. It wasn’t that late, but traffic was scant on this particular road, which was why Devon and Jeff had recommended she not travel it at night. Alex wished she had listened to them at that moment, but that little rebellious demon sometimes took control. To make matters worse, her cell phone was dead. She’d forgotten again to charge the battery and of course didn’t have the car charger with her. She was so in for a lecture when she got home. She was able to change the tire herself. Alex had been on her own for long enough to be quite independent, and there were certain things a girl should know. Tire changing was one of them. She was soaked through by the time she finished, and her clothes were filthy. She had streaks of dirt across her face where she had pushed back tendrils of hair. And then she had to plod home on the pathetic tire. All she wanted was a hot bath and some commiseration from her guys. The house was lit from end to end when she pulled up. She recognized Greg and Lacey’s car and saw Greg exit the house, wave

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at the window, and come down the driveway. She rolled the window down and anxiously asked, “Is something, wrong, Greg? Is Lacey okay?” Greg shook his head and looked at her grimly. “Everything’s fine now that you’re home, Alex,” he said. “Except maybe for you when you get inside. Devon and Jeff are waiting.” Alex thought she might put her little car in reverse and head out, but she wasn’t a coward and never put off facing problems. She nodded to Greg, wound the window back up and parked. She got out of the car and forced her feet to carry her into the house. Devon and Jeff were standing in the living room, their faces dark, eyes glittering. Alex shivered and started to apologize, explain. “You changed a fucking tire in the fucking dark in the fucking wilderness?” Devon shouted incredulously. Jeff actually yanked at his hair. “For fuck’s sake, Alex, we’ve been sick with worry. You didn’t call, you weren’t at the university, and the patrol cars didn’t see you on the highway. You took that goddamned back road, at night.” Alex stood, damp and dishevelled in the foyer, shrinking at their censure, sorry that she had caused this mess. Before she could open her mouth again, Devon had her over his shoulder, smacking her bottom when she protested. Jeff was ahead of them, opening the door to the playroom. They almost tore her wet clothes off of her, smacking her bottom whenever it came into reach. When she was naked, Devon pulled her over the spanking bench and secured her. He hadn’t finished before Jeff brought the paddle down on her buttocks. It stung, it hurt like hell, and she whimpered and began to cry. “Fuck, Jeff, you hurt her,” snapped Devon. “Good,” Jeff answered, laying another one down. Alex couldn’t believe it. Her Jeff, the soft one, actually didn’t care if her bottom hurt. Jeff had his darker side and was as perverted as Devon, but he always intervened if Devon pushed her farther than he

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felt she was able to go. “Fuck.” Jeff threw the paddle aside and worked at the restraints. “I want to beat this ass raw, Alex, for what you did. We could have lost you tonight.” Devon grunted beside her head as he wrapped his hand in her damp strands and lifted her to face him. “I have a better idea, Jeff.” He punished Alex with a kiss that took her breath and pulled her to kneel in front of him. She opened at the press of his cock against her lips and sucked him inside. He held her face between his hands and ordered her to put her hands on her thighs and keep them there. In and out, he thrust his cock just inside her lips, then pulled back and pushed deeper, never allowing her to match his rhythm. Jeff pulled her thighs apart from behind and pushed two fingers up inside of her. “She’s wet, Devon,” he said, almost grimly. “We’ve been through all kinds of hell, and she’s excited.” Devon kept at her mouth, though his grip on her face gentled. Jeff worked her opening and then stroked her clit. Alex squirmed to give him access, and he immediately stopped, only starting again when she stilled. Devon pushed hard to the back of her throat, and Alex swallowed against him. He came, jerking against her, his ejaculate lashing against her palate and throat while Alex swallowed frantically. Jeff withdrew his fingers, and she gasped, aching for an orgasm. Jeff hauled her up to hold her against his chest. He chuckled against her ear. “Not so fast, darlin’,” he crooned. “We have lots more to do tonight.” Alex willingly accompanied him to the bedroom and lay back on the bed while he positioned her feet on the floor, thighs spread wide. He then slid up over her to loom above her face, planting his hands on either side of her, only higher on the bed. He pushed his cock at her, and she opened her mouth, trying to catch the head. It took her a few tries, as he wouldn’t let her use her hands, but she finally took him in.

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“Just hold your mouth open, lips around me, darlin’, and don’t move,” Jeff warned, “or I’ll tan your backside.” Devon shoved his face between her legs, and she felt him suck her clit then release it. He had put on a clit clip. She felt it restrict the blood supply to her engorged nub and wanted to scream but thought she’d choke on Jeff, who was powering with shallow strokes in and out of her mouth. Devon began to lap at her, darting his tongue against her anus, sweeping up over her perineum, pushing just inside her vagina but avoiding her clit, which was begging for his attention. He held her tightly by her hips, and she knew she would have his marks there in the morning. Alex finally realized just how angry they were with her, and that their anger was a defence against the worry they had experienced for hours. She resigned herself to her punishment. Jeff suddenly held himself against the top of her mouth and came. Alex choked on his semen, and he rolled her to her side, allowing her to swallow and get her breath. Devon never ceased his lapping between her legs, and she began to work toward her own orgasm. And he withdrew. Alex was totally frustrated. Okay, she had worried them, but Jeff positively spanked her bottom, and they both had got theirs. Fair was fair. Alex could feel that their anger had lifted as a result of their release and could only hope that they weren’t carrying a grudge. Devon turned her onto her stomach, pulling her up to the headboard. He tied her hands to it and shoved a big pillow under her belly. Jeff pushed a hand under her to tweak her nipples. “Should have clamped these, Devon,” he said. “I’ll be right back.” “Bring the butterfly and maybe the new gel dildo with you. There’s a plug in the table here.” “C’mon, guys,” she begged. “Enough already.” Devon slapped her buttocks then rubbed the sting away. Warmth drifted between her legs, and Alex hoped harder. He kept slapping her, almost idly, smoothing the place his hand had fallen, until Jeff

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returned. Jeff turned her up on one side, sucked a nipple into his mouth then clamped it, hardly allowing her to adjust before clamping the other. Alex panted through the bite of pleasure, and the rub of her sensitive nipples now pushed against the soft cotton of the sheets as she was pressed back on her stomach. She felt someone lubing her back hole and then a slender object breached her. One of them stroked her back, calming and settling her. “A big breath now, Alex,” Devon told her. She opened her mouth to ask just as an impossibly wide rubber object was shoved into her wet vagina. Oh, so full, so stuffed, her bottom hot, her openings stretched, nipples tingling. If only someone would rub her clit, she’d go off like a rocket. And still she waited. The vibe in her bottom started to vibrate, just a low hum, but it awoke all those nerve endings she had discovered over the months of play, and Alex moaned. The dildo was swirled, the tiny teeth catching on her walls and teasing her G-spot. The base of the vibe was tapped deeper into her, and then the dildo started to vibrate. Nothing was in the same cadence, and Alex couldn’t adjust. She whimpered and panted and strained to let go, but with the clip on her clit she felt restricted. She begged and pleaded to no avail. They were enjoying watching her suffer, those jerks. She tried to think of ways to pay them back, only to have her thoughts interrupted by an increase in the vibration at her backside, punctuated by slaps to her cheeks and the tender crease at her thighs. Alex screamed at them to do something, anything, to make her come and take away the torment, trying to rub her distended clitoris on the sheet, but was thwarted by the lift the pillow created. She hung suspended for what felt like hours, and then everything stopped. The toys were pulled out, and she was flipped over onto her back, legs spread wide, hands still tied above her head. She saw spots behind her eyes and opened them to glare at Devon and Jeff, who sprawled on either side of her, watching with hooded eyes and evil intent. “Learned anything, Alex?” asked Devon as he teasingly stroked

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around her clit. “Okay, I promise,” she choked out. “Spell it out, darlin’, or I’ll have to go look for that butterfly Devon wanted,” advised Jeff. “No! Please! I promise not to drive that road at night anymore. I won’t change a tire alone. And I’ll keep my cell charged, I swear. I won’t worry you again,” Alex babbled. Devon’s hand came down across her pussy, striking her clit with a wet, smacking sound. Alex shrieked and flinched back, only to arch up into the next blow. He struck her to cover her labia fully, but the focus was on her clit, unprotected and displayed as it was. She came on chaotic sensation and sound, and Jeff sprang the nipple clamps free, prolonging the pleasant agony of her climax, then added to the sensation by releasing the clit clamp. Alex had no breath to scream and gasped for air as Devon freed her hands. The lights went off and a hand pulled the covers up as her men settled on either side of her. “Night, sweetheart.”

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Chapter Twelve A month before her world came crashing down, Devon and Jeff took her out for dinner and proposed. Not real marriage, but a lifelong commitment. They had small charms made for her to attach to her white gold chain. Two oval pendants held their birthstone, an amethyst for Jeff and a peridot for Devon. A round pendant featured a diamond, for her. They fit into the hollow of her throat when attached to the chain, and it was clear that they were claiming her, one on either side of the diamond. Alex felt complete and rejoiced. She fingered the charms constantly, especially when she was anxious or thinking hard. They soothed her like nothing had ever done in her life. Then one Tuesday afternoon trouble came knocking at the door. “Come in, Melissa,” invited Alex. “I’ve just made some iced tea and planned to sit out back while I take a break from work.” “Thanks, sweetie, that sounds wonderful what with this heat.” Melissa waited for Alex to pour the drinks then followed her out to the deck, each choosing a lounge chair set back in the shade of the house. The insects droned and the birds made sounds muted by the heat. “That’s right. You’re working from home, Alex,” Melissa said. “I’d forgotten about that. I don’t envy you, though, sweetie. Stephan wants me at home and available at any time for anything and I consider that my career!” Alex caught a nasty undertone in Melissa’s voice, belied by her words. “I love my work, and always find time for the guys, of course. I had that rotten flu, am just getting over it actually, so I’m a bit behind across the board.”

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“Well, actually, that’s why I came by today…” Melissa tailed off and avoided looking at Alex. “I heard you were under the weather.” This wasn’t about flu, Alex was certain. Fighting a little tremor, she said nothing and waited, unconsciously reaching up to touch the charms at her throat. After a time, Melissa rattled the ice in her glass and sighed. She still didn’t look at Alex, but took a deep breath and continued. “Stephan and I ran into your guys at JOY, Alex.” Alex smiled. They were always picking up perverted little gifts for her. Flowers and candy seemed passé when it came to Devon and Jeff, and JOY was their favorite store for things like nipple and labia clamps, vibrators, sexy underwear, and the like. But what was Melissa finding it so difficult to talk about? “Everyone knows how much you care about Devon and Jeff, Alex, and I had to tell you what I overheard.” Melissa appeared to have to force the words out. Old insecurities raised their evil heads, but Alex fought them down. She and Devon and Jeff talked about things. She was never insecure with them. Melissa couldn’t have heard anything that she wasn’t aware of, but Alex couldn’t bring herself to ask. “I guess I’ll just spit it out. I hope I’m doing the right thing, but I’d want someone to tell me if it were Stephan’s needs not being met.” Alex felt like someone had punched her in the gut. It wasn’t possible. Why was Melissa here? She had only a passing acquaintance with the woman from the occasional meeting at the Club. “I guess you’d better do the right thing then, Melissa,” she said, calmly and with no indication that her heart was pounding and her gut churning. The charms were her talisman as she stroked each memorized, beloved shape. “You never attend the Club, well, at least not the scenes anyway. You go for dinner and I see you in the lounge, but you don’t go into the Club proper,” stated Melissa.

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“I’ve gone in the backrooms, once, Melissa, but choose not to.” “Okay, but, well, Devon and Jeff used to go all the time. They did scenes together and separately with their subs. They trained women regularly or played,” said Melissa in a rush. “I know about their past, Melissa. They told me.” Alex continued responding in the same calm manner, holding hard against some unknown terror nibbling at her gut. “So I don’t understand what you are getting at.” Melissa nearly snapped her response. “Then I’ll just say it, Alex. I came here to be a friend, but you aren’t very receptive.” Melissa clearly tried to collect herself, and her eyes filled with tears, disarming Alex more than any pretence of friendship had. “Jeff and Devon want you to do scenes, but you don’t want to and they don’t want to insist.” Alex shook her head. “No, Melissa, you didn’t hear them correctly. Our relationship doesn’t have room for scenes. I don’t judge others for what they do, but scenes don’t work for me, and Jeff and Devon accept that. They accept that I won’t perform at the Club.” “You don’t understand, Alex. It’s part of the culture and protocol. You can look it up if you don’t believe me. I’m telling you that Jeff and Devon are not being fulfilled because you won’t play at the Club. They want to share you with another Dom, an experienced one. It’s a matter of both pride and need for them. Being able to give their woman to another man because they can and the satisfaction that gives them. Why do you think they were talking to Stephan?” Alex still could not believe what Melissa was saying despite the pleading in her tone and the obvious passion in the other woman’s statements. What she and her men shared was private. She was not an exhibitionist, and they were okay with that. They told her she was not like their other women and explained how possessive they were with her. It had only been six months, so how could they be tired of what they had already? They were still learning about one another and playing together. She shook her head.

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“I’ll talk with them tonight, Melissa, but I’m sure you misheard.” Melissa dropped her head for a moment. “Leave me out of it if you can, Alex. Stephan won’t like it, that I gave you a heads-up and spoke out of my place.” Alex didn’t understand that logic and didn’t like to keep secrets from Devon and Jeff, but assured Melissa that she would raise the topic without involving her or Stephan. In fact, it would be easy. All she had to do was ask them if they were fulfilled by the relationship. They would probably get cross and demanding, but that always turned out to be fun in the end as they reassured her in creative, sexy ways. Alex didn’t get her chance. Devon and Jeff came home in matching foul moods. The bag from JOY was set on the counter, and they both brushed a kiss across her mouth before heading off to shower. That was strange. It was really her first day up and around in days, now able to make dinner for them and hopefully make love later. She wasn’t yet up to any really demanding sex, but craved their touch and the release it brought. They had actually slept away from her in the guest rooms for the previous nights at her insistence because of the nature of the influenza. She really didn’t want them to catch it, and not only because she knew how impossible they would be as patients, but because her sleep was broken with sweats and coughing, and she was constantly going in and out of the bathroom. They were working and needed rest. Alex knew they checked on her like sentries throughout the night and had accommodated her primarily because they didn’t want her to have to nurse them. They both took her to the doctor, made sure she took her antibiotics and drank lots of fluids, bought her reading material, and even hauled a TV into the bedroom despite her protests that she didn’t need it. Surely being apart from her and being “deprived” of sex hadn’t created a problem for them. Especially enough for one or both of them to have talked with Stephan about her. Dinner was tense, with Devon actually being sullen and Jeff quite distant. Alex tried to infuse some lighthearted chatter into the meal,

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but aside from requests to pass the potatoes and the pepper, the men didn’t even talk to one another much. At first Alex assumed that they’d handled a nasty case. They sometimes brought their work home and it made for an uncomfortable time, but it soon passed in her company. Careful inquiries into their day brought blank stares and non-committal comments. Jeff asked her what she had done during the day, and she chattered about her work, but avoided talking about Melissa coming over. She would find another way to bring up the issue if she could. Both of them appeared to be on the brink of saying something to her then refrained. The anger in their eyes scared her more than their silence. Alex took the plunge. “Is something wrong?” she asked. Jeff stared at her. “Why would something be wrong, Alex?” She tried again. “You seem bothered by something, both of you, so I wondered. Anyway, I have something important I want to discuss with you, too.” They looked at one another, and for a moment Alex thought they would spill, and then Devon shoved back his chair. “Thanks for dinner, Alex. We’ll have to talk another time because Jeff and I have to go back to the office for a couple of hours. Don’t wait up. You still don’t look well. We’ll see you at breakfast.” Alex sat numbly as they left the house. They hadn’t kissed her, hadn’t looked her way again after Devon’s patently obvious excuse. God, what if Melissa was right? What if they really wanted more from her, things she couldn’t give them? She couldn’t perform at the Club, not even with them. It would cheapen what they had and crush her soul, and they said they understood that. And share her? Good God, this was insane. Alex stumbled to the computer and downloaded information on BDSM. Much of it was confusing and conflicting, and she nearly laughed at the idea of dog dishes and leashes and cages. She’d kill them in their sleep first. But the articles on possessing a woman so

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fully that sharing her with another man was a hugely powerful experience didn’t belie what Melissa told her, even down to the pride they would feel. Surely that wasn’t Jeff and Devon. She had done everything they had asked of her, even things that pushed and exploded her boundaries. But it had been for them, with them, and because she totally trusted them. Perhaps it hadn’t been enough, though they said it was. Perhaps she hadn’t been paying attention, what with getting sick and her lengthy convalescence. She’d been pretty involved in her work, too, and had been away to consult, sometimes coming home later than usual, though with their knowledge. And she had been pretty tired then, so they had just cuddled in bed. This was nuts. She was looking for reasons, and it just didn’t sound like them. Alex agonized, rereading the articles. She tried to imagine it for herself, tried to feel even a semblance of arousal but felt only disgust and a mild nausea. She loved them and couldn’t share herself with anyone other than them. If it wasn’t enough, then they would have to accept it and move on or let her go. Alex actually doubled over at the thought, but she simply couldn’t budge on this. There was one more thing she could do tonight. She had never pictured herself as ever checking up on her men, but their behaviour rankled. Alex got into her car and drove to the Club, feeling like a stalker and certain she was wrong and would feel really foolish. She slammed on the brakes in shock. The truck was there. They were in the Club. God, she would be sick. She couldn’t think. She drove home on autopilot and took her medication and some painkillers. Alex wasn’t sure if she had the kind of pain that they worked on, but she couldn’t cope with any more tonight. She certainly couldn’t face Jeff and Devon. On that thought, she went to bed and fell into an exhausted sleep. She didn’t hear the men come home. ****

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Devon followed Jeff quietly into the house. They had had a long talk with Stephan at the Club and resigned themselves to discussing a scene between him and Alex with her. Stephan had been so understanding and knowledgeable. Devon told Jeff that he had detected a hint of lust behind the discussion but dismissed it. Of course Stephan found Alex sexy. Who wouldn’t? But his involvement with her would be on a professional level, to fulfill her. But it didn’t sit right, and they had struggled with the concept. It was like they didn’t know her all of a sudden, but she hadn’t told them Melissa had been over to visit that afternoon, and she seemed on edge all through dinner. Why would she hide the fact that Melissa had been there? Maybe the high fever had addled her brain or something. They had speculated over beers, and finally Jeff put it into words. “We trained her, buddy, and I guess we did create the monster we tease her about all the time,” he concluded ruefully. “Alex must have been thinking a lot over the past few weeks when she was sick. And we weren’t paying attention.” “If she wants to try out with an experienced Dom,” Devon said bitterly, “then we need to give that to her. She’s given us everything. I just thought we were enough for her.” Jeff wanted to punch the wall. “I just don’t get it. What’s with the exhibitionism all of a sudden? And the idea of sharing? It’s like some sort of weird joke. Except Alex doesn’t prank people.” Devon was at the computer, checking the history. He turned a sick, white face to Jeff and pointed at the screen. BDSM downloads about sharing, exhibitionism. Christ, Melissa had it right, so Stephan was their man. They couldn’t allow just anyone to have their woman but needed to do right by her and fulfill her. Jeff scrubbed his hands over his face. “It’s going to wreck us, Dev. I know it.” “We’ll just have to suck it up, do it for her. But just fucking once. Just the fucking once,” snarled Devon as he whirled and headed to the guestroom.

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Jeff followed more slowly, turning out lights, staring in astonishment at the chaos in the kitchen. The leftover food sat uncovered, the dishes remained on the table. They had walked out on Alex without letting her tell them of her deepest desire and fantasy, and she had become so upset that she didn’t clear up after dinner. It was so unlike her that it quashed any remaining doubts Jeff had. The anger held back the tears he hadn’t shed since he was a kid. He cleaned up and headed off to bed, wondering at how tired he felt. **** Alex climbed out of bed the next day, weary to the bone. Yesterday’s events had come crashing into her consciousness the minute she opened her eyes. She needed to find the strength to talk to her men but certainly didn’t possess it at the moment. She took a hot shower, easing her muscles and trying to clear her head. She couldn’t come up with any approach that didn’t sound selfish. They had told Stephan, that scary Dom, for heaven’s sake, that they wanted him to flog her, paddle her in public, in front of them, and probably fuck her, too. Alex had never used that word before, but it exactly suited what they wanted Stephan to do to her in front of everyone. Because they wanted to offer what belonged to them because they could, and it would fulfill them. Did she love them enough? She guessed she did. She would agree and get through this once. Maybe it would be enough. If it wasn’t, well, she would cross that bridge when she came to it. Before she had second thoughts, Alex dried off and threw a robe on. Devon and Alex didn’t like her to wear clothes at home alone with them, but she couldn’t face them and discuss this topic without some kind of armour. She walked to the kitchen with her heart in her mouth and stopped, puzzled. They weren’t there. The coffee wasn’t even made. God, had they even come home last night? It wasn’t yet time for their shift.

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Alex raced down the hall and checked the first guest room. Devon had tidied it with his usual flair, but he had left a towel on the chair. It was still damp. She couldn’t tell if Jeff had slept in the other room, but the clothes he had worn yesterday were in the hamper. She sank down on the bed and clutched a pillow, breathing in his scent. They had come home but hadn’t come to bed with her, not that she had been in any shape to welcome them. Maybe they had shared some new woman at the Club and had been so late coming home to change that they hadn’t waited for breakfast. Hadn’t waited for her to join them as they had done every day she lived with them. Alex worked hard at curbing her imagination. They weren’t like that. But they did want to show her off and share her, hiding it from her because she had expressed total opposition when she had toured the Club. They had lied to her, reassuring her that they were too possessive, that she meant too much to them to let others see her naked or experiencing erotic pain and pleasure, let alone share her. Or maybe they meant it at the time but now were getting jaded. The tears slipped down her face as she made her way back to the kitchen. She began to hear gurgling noises, and she thought they had come back, so hurried to meet them. The kitchen stood empty, but the coffeemaker was pumping water through the grounds. One of the guys, probably Jeff, had set the timer for her so she wouldn’t have to wait for her first cup. The tears flowed more freely, and her shoulders shook with sobs. Alex shoved her fist against her mouth and tried to compose herself. She sat at the breakfast bar and gazed unseeingly at a white square of paper. Alex, we were called in early. Will probably be late, so don’t wait up if you’re tired. Love you. D & J Alex didn’t know what to make of it. Maybe it was true, maybe they were avoiding her. She reached for the cordless and called the station. She’d ask to meet them for lunch or dinner. They had to eat, and she was flexible. There was no answer on either line. She called their cell phones,

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only to have it go to voice mail. Alex left a message on Jeff’s, for he was more apt to check for messages. She thought about texting, but her cell phone battery was dead as usual. On a whim she called the station desk and reached Mallory, a really nice older lady they’d had over for dinner on several occasions. Mallory had no family and many of the officers had adopted her, or maybe she had adopted them. “Sorry, Alex,” Mallory replied to her query. “Your fellas haven’t checked in today. Yet,” she hastened to add. “They are on the roster, so I’m sure they’ll be here on time.” Alex thanked her numbly, trying to pretend everything was fine. Maybe they had a lead to follow up before reporting in. This just wasn’t like her guys. She didn’t know what else to do so just sat there breathing in the smell of coffee and listening to her heart break. **** Jeff checked his phone messages. He had seen their home number come up, and so had Devon. Neither could talk to her right now. They didn’t know what to say. They hadn’t slept much and met by unspoken agreement in the kitchen long before Alex ever woke. Jeff put coffee together for her and set the timer but couldn’t face her. He and Devon left the house and drove back to the Club. They spent some time with Alistair, the owner and manager, rousing him from his bed in the apartment about the Club. He was pissed at them, protesting that he’d been up until the early hours after they left while Stephan and Melissa had put on a show. However, he agreed to arrange a scene for Friday night, three days hence. Jeff felt like he was checking off items to do on a list. Talk to Stephan, work out a time at the Club, plan a scene, talk with Alex. He didn’t want to talk with her about it, and that didn’t feel right. They talked about absolutely everything else. Devon was on the same wavelength. “We have to talk to her about this, Jeff. At least tell her we have come up with something that

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should work for her.” Jeff nodded. “We’ll tell her at dinner on Friday. That way we only have to pretend everything’s okay, that we’re okay with it, for a couple of hours. In the meantime I’m going to work as much overtime as I can. I don’t want Alex to know how pissed I am with this idea. It wouldn’t be fair to her, and she’d try to back out and spare our feelings. You know how she is.” Devon scrubbed his hands over his face. “I won’t guilt her out, Jeff. But it’s just this once. She’ll have to accept that, or I don’t see this relationship going anywhere. Fuck, man, I don’t know how I’m going to be able to stand it. She’s ours. And I thought we were hers.” Jeff found the repeated downloads on the computer each night and showed Devon. They agreed to resign themselves to give Alex what she clearly wanted. They agreed to make it home for dinner on Friday and hear Alex out then reassure her with the news that she didn’t have long to wait. They would do this for her because they loved her, despite their fear that it would end what they all had together. Stephan continued to be supportive and encouraging as were their other colleagues who participated at the Club. Greg was the lone voice who shared some reservations. He mentioned that Lacey felt this was a rather odd change of heart on Alex’s part, but upon hearing the evidence he, too, conceded.

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Chapter Thirteen The next two days were a nightmare for Alex. It didn’t matter how late she stayed up. When Devon and Jeff finally got home, they smelled of beer and were in no mood to make time for her, shooing her off to bed, chiding her for not taking better care of herself. They kissed her good night, but their kisses were fleeting and lacked any depth of feeling. It was like they were withholding themselves from her, and it killed off something inside. She got up early both mornings. The first day she was in time to see the SUV backing down the driveway. The second day, she found Devon in the shower, masturbating, his head against the tile, his lips tight, and anger rolling off of him in waves. Alex crept back to the master bedroom and pulled the covers over her head so they wouldn’t hear her crying. She didn’t bother getting up Friday morning. On Friday, Alex tried to compose a letter to her men. She handwrote it, finding her laptop too cold, too clinical. She told them how much she loved them and was sorry that they weren’t satisfied with her. She apologized for not being more sensitive to their needs and offered to try it their way, at least once. She told them that she believed love was about compromise, so she would do her best. Alex hoped it didn’t look too much like a pity party and shoved it under the desk blotter. She would try to express herself better later. In any event, she would e-mail it to them if they continued to avoid her. She had a tiny spark of temper building and was close to branding them as cowards. They needed to tell her what they wanted. They needed to talk. Alex had spent the time alone thinking and doing more research

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on BDSM. She thought she had a better understanding, though it wasn’t the lifestyle for her. Devon and Jeff had more experience with it and had been trained themselves, so she supposed they thought taking it to the next level would be highly satisfactory and that perhaps she would come to like it as well. As if. **** Alex had prepared apple-glazed pork chops, mashed potatoes, and mixed vegetables for dinner. Both Devon and Jeff really liked that combination, and it was the first time they had shared a meal in over a week. She had also prepared a little speech, glad she hadn’t had to resort to an e-mail. To say she was nervous was an understatement, but she couldn’t stand the tension any longer. The three of them sat down to eat and while the conversation was stilted at least they were talking. Alex waited until they were nearly finished eating and opened the topic. The food had tasted like ashes in her mouth, and the way the guys had pushed it around on their plates, she figured they weren’t enjoying the meal either. “I need to talk with you about something that I learned, guys,” she began, “and it’s important. So please, can you give me a few minutes?” “It’s okay, Alex. We really don’t need to talk about it. It’s not like it’s a secret. So we went ahead like we usually do and hope you’ll be okay with it,” Devon said with a blank look on his face. Jeff shot him a look. “I’m not sure what you mean,” Alex said cautiously. Devon ploughed ahead. “Alistair has arranged a scene for you tonight at the Club. With Stephan. We thought he was the most experienced, well, the best choice for you. It’s at nine. We’ll get you ready.” Alex sat frozen in her chair. She was going to offer, but they’d taken away her choice. Maybe it was better this way. Mostly they did

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things to and for her without allowing her to make a choice or even have a say, and it was always okay in the end. In fact, it was wonderful. So deciding for her was what worked for them and had for her. She would do her best this time and try to fake it. “Fine. I mean, that’s…” Alex pushed back from the table to hide her trepidation and began to gather up the dishes. “There isn’t a lot of time. I need to shower and stuff.” Jeff came around behind her pulled her against his chest, his mouth at her ear. “Only if you’re sure, Alex.” This was her chance. She could back out now. She wasn’t sure and was, in fact, terrified. But she couldn’t do that to them. She forced a big smile and made her eyes happy. “I’m sure, Jeff.” “Leave the mess. There isn’t much time,” he managed to say. Alex was stupefied at the depth of Devon’s reaction when he grabbed her and crushed her lips under his. He must be so grateful and aroused that she hadn’t fussed. Good old compliant Alex. Jeff led the way to the bedroom where they stripped her efficiently. She stood, watching them remove their own clothing, their cocks rigid and their stares intent on her. She dimly felt like she was being rewarded for good behaviour and wanted to scream at them, scratch at their faces and pull out their hair. But she swallowed her ire and allowed them to pull her to the bed. They took turns kissing her and stimulating her breasts. She began to respond to them despite her chaotic thoughts. Devon thrust two fingers into her and worked her G-spot, then pulled out to penetrate her bottom with the wet digits. He wasn’t really gentle, and she flinched a bit against his onslaught. He rolled her onto her side, working his fingers deeper into her ass while Jeff pinched her clit and pushed a finger up her. It somehow felt angry, and Alex began to stiffen against them both. ****

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Jeff struggled against taking his anger out on Alex, trying to be gentle and give her a good experience. He knew Devon was not managing to keep his feelings of anger and rejection under control, and now Alex was reacting to it and resisting them. He then wondered if she was so looking forward to tonight that she was disengaging because of it. He pushed everything aside and made the ultimate effort to slow down and make love to Alex. He felt like it might be the last time. He shoved Devon’s shoulder, and they shared a look. Devon settled down and schooled his movements. Jeff moved away and found the lube in the bedside table. He squeezed half the tube up into Alex’s vagina while Devon gently stretched her ass. Then he heavily lubed up his cock, moving to slowly push in between her labia and penetrate her vagina. Once he was seated fully, he lifted her leg up, feeling Alex beginning to relax against him. Devon removed his fingers from Alex’s ass and coated himself with lube. He reached between her legs, sliding a finger in between Jeff’s cock and the wall of her entrance. He inserted the tip of his cock and began the slow slide and entry alongside his best friend. **** Alex tensed. They had never done this before, and already she felt too full, too tight. She whimpered and asked them to stop. Although neither responded verbally, they went still, and Devon stroked down her side and hip, and they waited for her to relax and accommodate them. They couldn’t fit, they were too big, she would split apart. Alex was finding it hard to breathe. It became easier, and finally, Devon was inside of her as far as he could get, and he and Jeff began to pull Alex up and down on them in tiny little jerks. She was full to bursting and thought at first she couldn’t stand the pressure. Her vision blurred, and her lungs burned, and then she went over, making a

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guttural sound that echoed in the room. She felt the jets of Devon and Jeff’s semen bathe her vagina in waves, and she came again. **** Devon held Alex tightly, unable to let her go. Jeff’s arms nearly encompassed Devon’s as well in his frantic need to hold Alex close. Finally, she squirmed, and they pulled out, one at a time, her juices mingling with their semen, flooding her thighs. Alex pulled her knees to her chest and waited for her body to settle. Devon stood and looked down at her, his shoulders sagging. Jeff gave him another warning look. Once again they had taken everything she had to give them, and she had given it willingly. They had needed this from her and now were going to give her what she needed. He stood back while Jeff scooped her up and took her to the shower and he stripped the bed. He wanted Alex to come home tonight from the Club and have a fresh place to start again with them. **** Alex stood in the shower, dazed and overwhelmed. They hadn’t hurt her in the end, not really, but they hadn’t been really kind either. Was it a prelude to what they had planned for her later? Maybe she had been wrong to give her heart to these men, though there hadn’t been much of a choice in the matter. Now she was committed to seeing the evening through, but she thought she might not come home as Alex. She stood docilely while Jeff washed and prepared her as if she were a doll. He handed her off to Devon to dry and showered himself. While Devon got ready, Alex numbly watched Jeff look in the closet for something appropriate for her to wear. He pulled out the red dress that he knew she loved and the matching shoes a little red beaded bag, and then a pair of thigh-high stockings. He transferred her little wallet over to the beaded bag and added lip gloss, a comb,

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and some tissue. Makeup wouldn’t last tonight, but her lips for sure would get dry. She sat while Jeff blew her hair dry, avoiding his eyes, mute with despair and anger. He didn’t engage her at all, appearing to be off in his own thoughts. She stared at the red dress laid out on the bed and cursed his lack of sensitivity. That dress was the first thing they had ever bought her, and she loved it. They were giving that away, too. She would never be able to put it on again after tonight. Devon came back into the bedroom, dressed for the evening. “I cleaned up the kitchen, so you won’t have to worry about it in the morning, Alex,” he said. “Thanks,” she managed and then decided to try again. “About tonight, Devon,” she continued, “If you are really okay with…” Devon cut her off again, kissing her forehead. “It’s a done deal, and we’re all going to figure out where things go afterward.” Alex gave up, allowing Jeff to slip her stockings on, not commenting on the lack of a bra and panties, and finally to pull the dress down over her. Devon knelt to push the stilettos on, telling her that he’d carry her to the vehicle. Alex took heart that they still cared enough about her to do nice things for her. She kept chanting over and over in her head that she was doing this for them, because she loved them. The drive to the Club went so quickly. Jeff and Devon sat up front while she sat alone in the backseat. She felt isolated from them. Alex wished for a flat tire, anything, to slow things down. She hadn’t asked what was going to take place and didn’t know exactly what to expect. “Can you tell me what I can expect?” she asked Jeff quietly. He spoke without looking at her in the mirror. “Stephan knows what he’s doing, Alex. It will be like a typical BDSM scene. He’ll flog you to warm you up, maybe paddle you, and get you off. You’ll probably suck him.” Alex briefly wondered how Jeff would assume that she would be

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that familiar with BDSM scenes. The little exposure she had had at the Club wasn’t really an education. But she was too busy trying to assimilate what Stephan had planned for her to inquire. Devon was silent during the drive and even after they pulled up. He got out to open her door and escort her inside the Club while Jeff parked. Hardly anyone was in the dining room or the lounge, and she hoped people weren’t even going to be there tonight. Devon took her down a hallway to a small bedroom with an attached bath. He kissed her again with a savage hunger, but then left, telling her Jeff would be along shortly. Alex sat on the bed and waited. Jeff arrived and retrieved a silk robe from behind the door. He also was quiet as he removed all her clothing without comment, helping her into the robe. He kissed her, and handed her the lip gloss, and she quickly applied it. She thought he was giving her time to prepare herself mentally. “Ready, sweetheart?” he asked, offering her his hand. “Ready as I’ll ever be, Jeff,” she replied, pasting on a smile and taking his fingertips. The walk to the scene felt like a funeral march, but Alex smiled brightly although she saw that Jeff kept his face blank. Alex nearly faltered when she saw the St. Andrew’s Cross in the middle of the room, brightly lit by track lighting. She saw Stephan, dressed in leathers, standing beside it, staring at her with lust masking his features. She couldn’t turn tail now. It was too late. Devon and Jeff would be humiliated, their woman out of control and failing to please them. Dear God, how could she go through with this? Numbly, Alex watched Devon come toward her with a blindfold, and she beseeched him with her eyes. He looked anywhere but at her face, stepping behind her to slip the silk over her eyes and secure it firmly at the back of her head. His touch was gentle, yet his movements were stiff, and she wanted to cry. She felt Jeff undo the tie of the robe and slip it off of her shoulders. The cool air feathered over her body, and she shivered. She

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hadn’t looked around, didn’t know who else was there, but prayed it was just Devon, Jeff, and Stephan and perhaps that Alistair person who owned this den of iniquity. Her terror was somewhat mitigated by her distaste. Alex had to find something to hold on to in order to get through this and not disgrace her men. She decided to pray. She went with them and allowed them to secure her wrists and ankles without protest. She couldn’t know that seeing her stretched and exposed like that made Devon want to beat Stephan to death and blind all the people watching. Or that Jeff wanted to cover her with his jacket and drag her home. She couldn’t know that they had forbidden Stephan to fuck her or come in her mouth, or that they weren’t even happy with the idea of toys, but had compromised. She felt them stand back. Stephan circled Alex. She knew it had to be him. She could feel him displace the air with his huge frame, and he smelled different from her men. When he came close, she forced herself not to flinch away as he ran a finger over her lips then down between her breasts. He cupped each one and rolled her nipples while she tried not to tense. He moved behind her, drifting a hand down her back and over each buttock, sliding a finger between them to tap at her bottom hole, then up through her labia, seeking the entrance to her vagina. She knew she was dry and heard him mutter, obviously not pleased that she hadn’t started to respond. Alex couldn’t make herself wet at will and couldn’t think about Devon and Jeff while Stephan was fondling her. She just wished they would stop him. Or even speak to her. Her hair was wound into a single strand and placed over her shoulder to rest on her breast. Her back was now totally unprotected. Alex heard Stephan speak behind her and realized he was asking for a flogger. She began to recite childhood prayers in her head, anticipating the first blow. When it came, it was nothing like the playful hand of Jeff, or even the sneaky sting of Devon’s. This was no erotic pain to be blurred with pleasure. It burned and hurt as Stephan

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struck her across her shoulders, then her back, her buttocks, her thighs, over and over. Somehow she held herself against it and made no sound. She nearly had to bite through her bottom lip when he switched to a heavier flogger, but she stayed silent. It went on forever. Her resistance must have infuriated Stephan, for he clamped her nipples next, and the pain was excruciating. These clamps had jagged teeth, she could feel them, and he kept pulling on the chain that connected them, ordering her to verbalize her ecstasy. Alex kept praying and trying to dissociate, but Stephan countered by using a huge dildo on her, forcing it high inside her. It tore her delicate tissues, as dry as she was, and Alex choked back sobs. She couldn’t stop the tears. She then felt it at her anus but it suddenly seemed to move to the side and she heard it hit the floor with a sodden thump. Alex almost passed out when Stephan removed the clamps, the blood supply returning to them causing lights to flash in the back of her eyes. He flogged her nipples next, but Alex had ceased to feel. She felt hands at her wrists and ankles and was lowered to the floor, forced to kneel. A hand fisted in her hair and dragged her head up. She felt a cock push at her lips and kept biting down on her lip. He’d shove himself in if she opened her mouth to protest, and she would vomit, disgracing her men. She already knew she could never do this again. She couldn’t even give Stephan a blowjob, though her men willed it. She had failed them, and her shame was intense, overwhelming. Stephan pried his fingers into the corners of her mouth to force it open, and she despaired then all hell broke loose. She heard shouting, and Devon was there, pulling off the blindfold. There was an awful amount of light and sounds of people moving fast. Alex heard the word “emergency” repeated over and over. She thought it was Jeff who tried to get her robe back on, but she hissed against the touch of the fabric on her skin. It was Devon’s scent she detected as he carefully lifted her into his arms. She kept her eyes shut, and she wouldn’t answer their whispered queries. She felt a

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pulse beating hard in her neck, and she couldn’t control her choppy breathing. “Shit, Devon,” Jeff snapped. “We have to go, and right fucking now.” “I know, I know,” complained Devon. “But what about Alex?” Alex felt him lay her down on her side and squinted to see that she was back in the small bedroom. “Alex, baby?” Jeff spoke quietly at her ear. “There’s been an emergency, and everyone has been called out. We have to go. Stay here, and we’ll get back as soon as we can, or we’ll get Alistair to take you home.” “We haven’t got time to take care of you, sweetheart,” Devon apologized. “I’ll be fine. Go,” she managed through stiff lips. Through the haze of pain and emotional anguish Alex grasped the faint thought that this was an opportunity for her, an opportunity that she should not waste. “I’ll keep an eye on her,” a deep male voice said patiently from the hall, “and get her home once I clear the Club.” Devon and Jeff cast one last frustrated glance at Alex, pressed kisses to her forehead, then turned and raced out of the Club.

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Chapter Fourteen Alex lay on the bed, covered in the soft blanket Devon had draped over her, her face to the wall, trying to slow her breathing and try and focus. She listened as the flurry of activity gradually waned from her hearing, and she sensed she was alone and unobserved. She rolled over and sat up wincing at the soreness of her body, cautiously watching the door. Satisfied there was no one nearby, Alex swung her legs to the floor and suffered through the pressure on her sore bottom until she got her bearings. She then moved as quickly as possible to the attached bathroom. She passed her red dress. The little beaded bag and shoes were where Jeff had left them after he had undressed her in readying her for the scene. Alex tried not to look in the mirror as she washed the tears and sweat from her face and ran her fingers through her hair, but caught glimpses of her staring and shadowed eyes. It hit her suddenly, the feeling of nausea she’d been holding back all night, and she wretched miserably over the toilet, also bemoaning the time she was losing. She flushed the dregs of her belly away and turned again to the sink, rinsing her mouth and splashing her face. She sat down and tried to pee, the urine burning her vaginal entrance. She cleansed herself with the baby wipes set out in the bathroom and carefully touched her vagina. No blood, just soreness. Holding her breath, she opened her purse and exhaled in relief when she found her driver’s licence, her bankcard, and a twentydollar bill inside the small wallet. Jeff, with his usual attention to her needs, had unwittingly aided her escape. Resolutely, she turned and pulled the hated dress over her head, carefully smoothing it down

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over her body as far as it would pull. No aftercare for her, so she pushed the pain to the back of her mind, locking it away. Next, she reached for her shoes and grimaced as the stilettos created the usual discomfort when she slipped her feet inside them. Squaring her shoulders as best she could against the dull pain in her back, Alex stepped back into the bedroom and toward the door. She stopped, reaching up to her neck, and with a grimace as her heart shrank, undid the clasp of her collar. Alex looked at the white gold chain and the gems designed to hang in the hollow of her throat through blurred eyes. She carefully placed it on the pillow of the narrow bed and backed to the door. Alex passed through the doorway and went right, toward the back of the house, toward the alley, away from the men she had previously come to believe were her soul mates and her destiny. She felt dead inside, but she knew this was a temporary illusion, that if they caught up to her, what had transpired tonight would be repeated until she became worse than dead inside. She couldn’t resist them. Better she make her own way again in the world as the empty shell she felt she was right now than become an embittered, resentful, and further humiliated woman, one who would continue to disappoint her men, unable to meet their needs. They would come to despise her and no longer need her. She could not bear to think of the final humiliation when they put her aside in a parody of doing the right thing in order to find someone who could satisfy them. Alex spied a black coat hanging just inside the back door, thankfully unmanned tonight as all the men had been drawn off to the site of the emergency. She had heard female voices earlier but had not seen anyone else involved in a scene, shuddering involuntarily as she realized she had been the main attraction tonight, fighting down the bile as it rose once again in her throat. The other women had probably gone home in groups, likely chattering about what they had seen tonight, comparing notes and speculating. No, that wasn’t fair. Almost all of the women partnered with the

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men attending the Club tonight had been friendly and included her when they had met her casually. Like recognizes like, she thought, and they stick together. Except for Melissa, whom Alex could not bring herself to connect with, feeling something was off with the redhaired beauty despite how Melissa seemed to put herself out to connect with Alex. And after all, it was Melissa’s Dom who had been the other in the scene tonight, so Melissa must like her, enough to share, at any rate. Melissa had been good enough to bring Alex in on the idea and forewarn her. God, what was she thinking? Normalizing it now. Trying to accept being shared, put on display, all for her men. Her men, who had never given any indication that their possessiveness would allow them to share her, to her eternal gratitude. Clearly she had already begun to bore them, to not fulfill them, not be enough for them. How else could she interpret what they had done? She had tried to offer her anxiety and resistance but in the end went along with what they needed. And failed. Christ, she thought she’d die of it, but instead, here she was fleeing, giving them space and the opportunity to replace her sooner than later. The coat was a generic trench, and she shrugged into it, finding that it fit passably well, covering the dress and reaching to her calves. Alex could now add theft to her failings. She belted it loosely around her middle and quietly opened the door, sliding along the wall and hopefully out of range of the security camera she knew had to be there to capture the comings and goings. God, there was probably a video of her casting call tonight, she thought bitterly. Alex was grateful to gain some anonymity as she made her way out into the alley, reaching the cross street with no incident. A cab was cruising in the opposite direction and responded with alacrity to her flag. She clambered into the backseat, ignoring the pain, slamming the door behind her, and resolutely facing forward, away from her past. “Where to, lady?” This from the grizzled-looking driver, bored and uninterested in her unprepossessing appearance.

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Alex suppressed a sudden need to laugh, feeling shocky and overwhelmed. He should have witnessed her presentation an hour earlier. Now that would have jarred his sanguine reaction. Alex took hold of her emotions and directed him to nearest ATM. He motored on without comment, pulling up at a local bank. Alex asked him to wait, stepping quickly to the machine, and fumbled her card into the slot. Oh, God, her PIN. What was it? She tried to breathe through the sudden panic, despairing of keeping herself under control for even a few minutes at a time. She was so weak, so useless, and so needy. Inspiration struck as Alex remembered her foster mother’s calming smile and entered that woman’s birth date, holding her breath as she waited for the cash. The ATM spit out the maximum amount allowed for the day, and Alex muttered a reminder to herself to try and hit another ATM right after midnight in order to capitalize on getting as much as she possibly could. The first thing Devon and Jeff would do after finding her gone would be to look at her bank records as part of a missing-persons investigation. She had no doubt they would look for her, at least for a short time, because it was the honourable thing, the expected protocol, the procedural thing to do in front of their Club associates and friends. And they would be angry, too, if she could allow herself to think of that. Her punishments would be severe if they caught her as she hadn’t followed their code, a code she hadn’t known about until recently. They had shown a side tonight when they had taken her together that helped stiffen her resolution to bolt. She couldn’t take any more sexual activity without the love and warmth that had always accompanied their behaviour before. The hysteria bubbled up again as Alex teetered back to the cab on the damn shoes. The discomfort served to both settle and remind her of how her men had controlled her life and how she had allowed it, no, craved it. They had been overwhelming, but it had been what she had needed, alone in the world, drifting, with no experience of relationships. She had needed to be controlled without then being aware of her submissive nature. The sex had been phenomenal, the

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very attunement of Devon and Jeff supreme and intense. And now she was on her own again and somehow had to deal. Alex directed the cab to the nearest Walmart, open twenty-four hours. She knew her way around the chain store, having shopped there all her life before meeting Devon and Jeff, who eschewed shopping for her there in favour of trendy boutiques and sex shops. She thought she probably looked like a whore when out with them on the town, though she had never felt anything other than being admired and cherished, but then her world had revolved around them. At home she was usually naked or attired in sexy lingerie. Walmart was going to be a grounding experience for her. Alex paid the cabbie and tipped him well, not wanting any negative memory of her to remain with him and be passed on to his colleagues and perhaps pinpoint her drop-off spot. She made it through the sliding doors and grasped the handle of the nearest cart, leaning against it with relief as she headed straight to the shoe department. She found a comfortable pair of sneakers immediately and stuffed her stilettos into the box, continuing her shopping excursion on a pair of feet that weren’t hurting, unlike the rest of her body. Nothing like shopping to get a girl’s mind off her troubles, she thought with a giggle that erupted from her lips like lava. Alex looked around to see if others had noticed, but the other shoppers seemed intent on their own retail therapy. Still, she fought the hysteria back. Alex found a large gray backpack, tossing it into her cart as she moved to the clothing section. She chose a six-pack of cotton underwear and two sports bras, followed by several T-shirts, two pairs of sweatpants, some tube socks, and finally, a pink hoodie, a color she hated and resisted wearing. Punishing herself for a change. Another department provided some deodorant, a bar of soap, a few samplesized shampoos and conditioners, a nail file, toothbrush, and paste, a pair of scissors, and dark brown hair color. Alex was loathe to spend any more of her cash but picked up a bottle of multivitamins and one of Tylenol, knowing that her level of stress could lead to a relapse of

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the flu. She grabbed a large pair of cheap sunglasses from the rotating display near the center aisle. It took everything she had to focus on what she needed to buy, but she admitted to herself that she had thought of running as soon as she realized what Devon and Jeff wanted from her at the Club. The cashier was tired and bored, another casualty of the night shift, and paid little attention to her as she checked out behind a woman pushing a huge cart of groceries. Alex snagged an energy drink from the cooler and a bag of chips, the groceries reminding her that she had not really eaten since breakfast, and even that had been a paltry intake given her anxiety. She had no appetite but knew she was running on empty and would crash at a not-so-distant point in the future. Satisfied that in paying cash she was leaving no paper trail, Alex turned back into the store, seeking a change room. She asked the clerk, who finally arrived to the sound of the buzzer, if she could leave the bulk of her purchases on the counter while she changed into some of the other clothing. The woman raised her eyebrows, and Alex stumbled through an explanation about being out for the evening and finding the plans had changed, thus requiring different clothing. She was ushered into a cubicle and as quickly as possible fumbled her way into underwear and socks, followed by T-shirt and sweats, topped by the hoodie. The ache in her body from the flogging and paddling had subsided to a degree, but when she chanced to look in the mirror, the marks and welts on her back and buttocks were only too discernible. Her breasts showed different signs of attention, and she second-guessed the sports bra, but in the end sucked it up and pulled the T-shirt over it. She would pop a couple of pain relievers once she got outside. The red dress was wadded up and shoved into a pocket of the trench coat, and then Alex draped that over her shoulders. She told the clerk to throw out the red shoes. The clerk watched her gather up the bags without comment, and Alex made her way to the front of the store, all the while expecting an accusation of shoplifting to erupt

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behind her. Making her way without incident outside, she spied a trashcan and dragged the red dress out of her pocket. She stuffed it into the foul-smelling can, consigning it to a landfill somewhere. At that moment Alex realized she had forgotten to purchase a few items, tampons in particular, as her period was due within a few days, but could not face another trip inside the store. She would have to find another place to shop down the road. She placed the remainder of her purchases inside the backpack and headed out with purpose, if only her resolve could carry her. Alex walked for a few blocks along the dimly lit night streets, vaguely recognizing the safety issue but reveling in the fresh air and freedom. Alex knew that when there was no sign of her at the Club or at home, Devon and Jeff would search her room to try and find her whereabouts. They wouldn’t find anything to help them though, because she had nowhere to go. They would likely be angry and upset that the parting wasn’t planned and executed, but that would pass. Why she felt the need to keep reassuring herself about their reaction, she didn’t know, but there it was. A yellow cab slowed at her wave, the driver carefully studying then stopping to admit her. She directed him to the bus station, a large, busy place where she thought she could do what she needed to further change her appearance. The fare was higher than she had imagined, but she gladly paid and tipped, too, though with less generosity. She fought the giggles again. Alex the spy. Alex the underground agent. Over the top. She hurt. The bus depot didn’t disappoint, allowing her to slip into the ranks of the other travellers, many looking similar to her in dress. She was fully aware of the security cameras that abounded, however, so she slipped the trench coat off and kept her hood up to change her appearance. Alex found the restrooms and locked herself into the handicap stall, hoping that she would have enough privacy to address her next major change. She pulled her long hair back into a rough ponytail then hacked it through at the base with her scissors. She did

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much of it by feel then flushed the strands down the toilet. Alex wanted to weep over her actions. Her long hair was in memory of her mother. Pulling her hood up and leaving the trench coat in the stall, Alex exited the toilet and peered at herself in the mirror, fussing with washing her hands until the area emptied out. Quickly she pushed her hood back and combed the front of her hair into long bangs, then cut them across, throwing the hair into the wastebasket beside the sink. An almost juvenile look peered back at her, but the shining blonde cap still belonged to Alex. She stepped back into the stall and fumbled for the hair color, the new foam that was guaranteed to take only ten minutes. The trench coat protected her new duds and the plastic gloves, her hands. The smell wasn’t too offensive, but she realized that the women and girls passing in and of the restroom could hardly miss it. She wished she had taken the time to find some of that sprayin color, but then pink or orange would be pretty remarkable and draw attention. At last she felt it was quiet enough to emerge and dunk her head in the sink. As she shampooed the color through the short lengths two teenagers came in, giggling at the unorthodox place to be coloring one’s hair. Alex accepted several paper towels from one of them and chatted, attempting to laugh with them, striving to hide her strain. She knew that she had one more move to make, and that one might pass her into a different life, if she could only hang on. She had accomplished so much tonight, drawing on reserves she didn’t know she had, though her brainpower had never been in question, just her current drive. She had allowed her men to control her life because she trusted them to take care of her. Trusted them to accept her one inflexible boundary where they were concerned. They’d broken it tonight. She had nearly broken in the process. Maybe had broken, if the state of her heart was anything to go by. Alex pulled the hood up over the still-damp strands of hair and stared into the mirror. With the dark tendrils framing her face and the pink of the hoodie, so unusual a color for her, she looked considerably

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different, and at that moment she thought she could pull it off. Gathering up her backpack, leaving the black coat behind in the stall, Alex slipped through a number of other travellers and found the ATM she had observed when she came in. She’d nearly forgotten but seeing the huge ceiling clock over the ticket cages had told her the time was nearly half past midnight, so she withdrew the maximum amount possible and stuffed it into her backpack, trying to be casual as she did so. She then left the bus terminal, heading for the train station several blocks distant. If she could just get a ticket to somewhere with her remaining cash, she would disembark the train and start over, if alone and empty. The ticket seller handed Alex a ticket for Estonia, the most distant destination from the city that most of her leftover cash could purchase, and Alex was able to board within twenty minutes. Her legs were trembling, her breath short, and her brain now spinning as she took the final steps up into the train car, seeking a seat to crumple into and await the end of the journey. She didn’t look back.

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Chapter Fifteen Alex wearily pushed the final piece of cookware onto the shelf and dried her hands on the damp towel. “Pretty tired today, Alex,” Andrew the cook commented. “You need a ride home?” “No thanks, Andrew,” she replied. “I like the fresh air, and it straightens the kinks out. Besides, it isn’t far.” “You could make better money and probably ease that back strain if you took that waitress job out front, you know. You’ve been a real good worker, and the boss can’t figure why you won’t try it out.” Alex shivered. She felt incognito back in the kitchen, cleaning up and washing dishes. It was hot, demanding, and noisy work and kept her from thinking too much as well, as the cooks and waitstaff bantered back and forth with her. She did enough thinking at night despite her resolve not to, and her sleep was full of complicated and distracting dreams. She had disembarked from the train before her destination. The train had stopped. She had assumed it was her station, and she was watching it pull out before she realized she was standing on the side of the tracks, alone with the exception of an elderly man. Alex panicked. She didn’t know where she was, and there was no sign of a town. The elderly man looked at her quizzically. “Where you heading, girl?” he asked. “Isn’t this Estonia?” “Nope, this here’s New Bushnell, at least, just down the road.” Alex began to cry again. She was exhausted, she was hurting, and she couldn’t go on. She sat down and held her head in her hands.

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“There, there, girl, it’ll be okay,” the old man said as he awkwardly patted her shoulder. “My son’s coming to pick me up, late as usual,” he grumbled. “We’ll give you a ride to town and fix you right up.” She sat there in the cool morning air, dependent upon yet another man. She didn’t care what happened to her. Fortunately, Mr. Hubbard, call me George, girl, was kind to the bone. His son Howard arrived a few minutes later and, true to his word, George had her driven to New Bushnell. Both the Hubbards told her that there was work in the diner or at the hotel, cleaning and probably other things, too, because they had the post office and a bank, plus a clinic with a real good doctor, too. Drew folks from miles around, he did. They took her to the diner and introduced her to Max, the owner, who offered her a job washing dishes, money under the table. Alex took it and agreed to start the next morning at six. The hotel provided a room, but Alex had little money left. The young woman working the desk told her about a couple of furnished places and even placed the calls for her, setting up times for her to go meet the landlords. Alex was overwhelmed with the kindness of the people in the small town. She didn’t look like much, she knew, with a swollen, cut lip, shuffling walk, and what was probably a scared demeanour. But they helped her and accepted her, and here she was. Her life had shrunk into a narrow, predictable pattern. She would get up at five thirty, make her way to the diner, set the tables, and fill the sinks, and clean the floors. If she had time, she would help the cook clean the grill. The customers filtered in at seven, mostly regulars but also a few folks passing through. The camaraderie was evident, and while she tried to stay clear of all connections, man was a social animal by nature, and Alex found herself included in the small family of servers, cooks, and owner. She knew they saw her as the quiet, withdrawn, little-sister type, and they fussed over her as much as she would allow it. The soreness went away, and her color came back a little. Her heart and soul were another matter.

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To be honest, the kindness of these hardworking people touched her, and she responded in kind. And to their credit, they stayed out of her business when she avoided their interest. Alex knew they speculated behind her back but didn’t press her for information. After the news she had received yesterday, it wouldn’t be long until they might feel entitled to get in her business, and she was debating her next move. Damn it all, it was all too much. She was settled in her little place, if abysmally poor and with limited future aspects. And now she didn’t know if she could even stay on. A bit of resentment and rage sparked within, fuelled by the news, and it lifted the exhaustion for a short while. **** Devon picked the lock on Alex’s apartment, easing through the door silently. He and Jeff knew she was at work but didn’t know if she lived alone. Devon started tossing the bedroom, cursing under his breath at the dearth of personal belongings. “She has nothing, Jeff. Shit, less than nothing,” he said. “A couple of changes of cheap tees and sweats, underwear, not even a coat.” He moved into the bathroom and stared at the shitty towels, the small supply of soap and other toiletries. The big bottle of vitamins was the only concession to spending. Jeff was in the living room, standing in the middle of the space. “She has a library book, man. There’s no television, no radio, no computer, nothing. She left with nothing and has been living hand-tomouth, probably under the radar as we didn’t get a flag on her social security number. What the fuck did we do to her, man? Our girl is next to living on the streets.” Devon answered, “Not any longer, Jeff. We’re here now, and this gets fixed. I don’t know whether to shake her or kiss her. I think I’ll do both. Now let’s go get Alex. Her shift is supposed to be over soon.”

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Jeff replied, “What if she doesn’t want to come with us? She’s had months to change things around in her head so they don’t hurt so bad.” “She’ll come, don’t you worry. I’ll arrest her if I have to. I know you think I’m too hard on her sometimes, but hard is going to work today. And I know she’ll have done mental gymnastics, but she loves us, and it can’t have been easy on her being away from us,” Devon said bitterly. Jeff shrugged. Devon was so certain, and that was good because Jeff was afraid Alex had talked herself out of loving them. Jeff knew there were unplumbed depths in Alex Devon didn’t see, or didn’t want to see. She had a flint in her, buried deep, he was sure, and she would have drawn on that to escape that night. How else could she have made it this far? And survived? Jeff worried that Alex hated them for what she must believe they made her do that night. And she had done it because she loved them. Their fucking fault. “Time to quit thinking on it, buddy. We are making this right. Saddle up.” Devon headed out the door, Jeff on his heels. They climbed into their SUV, and Devon drove to the diner, carefully choosing a spot out front to part that had easy exit space. Always the cop. **** “Here, Alex. Take this tea and sit down before you fall down. Good thing you have a couple of days off. You’ve worked seven days straight.” The gruff voice of the oldest waitress, Annie-Lynn, intruded on her thoughts, and she looked up, startled. Then she smiled in response to Annie’s gesture. Alex knew that there would be a buttered scone at her little table to go with the tea. She’d devoured the special that employees were allowed for free at mealtimes, but a midafternoon snack was something she rarely afforded. Annie had picked up on that

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right away and finagled something for her without fail. Alex was a reliable, well-liked employee. She filled in for the other dishwashers when they called in sick or walked away from the job, working double shifts at least twice a week and often working seven days a week. She figured Annie knew the boss wouldn’t object to the excursion into the baked goods for Alex, particularly when they all knew Alex probably didn’t eat many suppers if she wasn’t pulling a double shift. Alex ate the meals provided at work and only the basics at home. Cash under the table, and a high cost of living precluded the luxury of a lot of groceries. She had the clothes she brought with her and had bought another pair of shoes to alleviate the ache in her feet from standing all day. And she had thought her body ached after that night at the Club…oh, God, quit thinking about that, forget that life. Alex finished the tea and scone and took the dishes to the sink, automatically washing them. She heard raised voices beyond the swinging doors of the kitchen and idly wondered if someone had hit the local bar early and now was out looking for trouble. It had happened before, but not this early. Then she went still, frozen in place like a cornered animal, barely able to breathe. She recognized those voices and felt faint, her little world collapsing around her. Oh, God, she needed to get out of here. Annie pushed back through the doors and stared at her. “Alex, you have company. They said that you had better not think of leaving out the back, as they know where you live. What the hell, girl? Who are those fellows?” Annie asked. What could she say that would make any sense to this salt-of-theearth woman? How would any of them understand that she had whored herself out to two men who lived by some kind of protocol that dictated they close out the relationship? For why else would they be here after all this time? “I didn’t take anything or owe them money or anything like that, Annie. I’d better go and see them,” she said.

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“If you want to leave, you get going, girl, and head to my place. We’ll figure something out,” said Annie with a determined glint in her eye. Andrew drew himself up to his grizzled height and picked up his cleaver. “I’ll buy you a little time, Alex,” he said, “and I’ll help if I can.” Alex’s eyes filled with tears, and she bit down hard on her lip to suppress an acceptance of the offer. “It’s okay. They won’t hurt me.” At least not in the way you’re probably afraid of, folks, she thought giddily. “I’ll take care of this and see you the day after tomorrow. Thanks. I appreciate you both.” Alex squared her shoulders and pushed through the doors to the diner. Jeff and Devon stood there shoulder to shoulder and their gaze nearly was her undoing. She fought the urge to run to them and beg them to take her back, to love her. She’d perform with anyone for them if they had to have it that way, and somehow manage it. As quick as those thoughts raced through her head, Alex crossed her arms over her abdomen and strengthened her resolve. “Hello, Jeff, Devon,” she said quietly. “What do you want?” Devon’s eyes flared, but otherwise his expression was neutral, almost bored, but she knew better. He was at his most dangerous when he looked that way. Jeff was quicker to show his hand, and the one to step toward her, not bothering to mask his astonishment at her appearance. “What the hell did you do to your hair? And why are you so thin, Alex?” he demanded. Devon stepped to her other side and took her arm. Jeff took the other. Together they walked her out the door, leaving both regulars and visitors alike staring after her. If Alex hadn’t been so anxious, she might have laughed at the expected uproar that would ensue once she was out of sight. “Where are you taking me?” she asked. Devon said, “We’re going back to that pokey apartment of yours.

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And I think for now you’d be well advised to stay quiet and not rack up any more punishments.” Alex stiffened and tried to pull away but to no avail as Jeff opened the back door of the SUV parked near the diner entrance and handed her inside, sliding in beside her and allowing no escape. Devon climbed into the front seat and drove without comment toward her apartment. Alex looked out the window, away from Jeff, and avoided the rearview mirror, concentrating on her breathing and willing her desperate need for them to dissipate. Devon parked in the side drive and got out to open her door, hauling her out as though she were a feather. He escorted her to the door and pushed it open. Alex didn’t waste her breath to ask how they had gotten in. Both Devon and Jeff could open most any lock, and the pathetic one on her door would have dissuaded neither. Jeff followed them, carrying a large black duffel. Alex swayed on her feet, and her heartbeat escalated further. She knew what was in that duffel and trepidation warred with strong need and desire. “Take off your clothes.” Devon said the command quietly and turned to walk farther into the living space without looking to see if she had done as she was told. And just like that, like the proverbial Pavlov’s dog, Alex fumbled with the white uniform top’s buttons, her vagina moistening, her nipples beading. Alex fought the directive briefly, but the past training simply took over. She was so tired. She shrugged the top off, folded it and set it on the table by the door. Pulling off the sports bra and then stepping out of the uniform pants, she watched Devon come out of the bathroom. “The panties, too, Alex,” he rasped, staring at her with his dark blue eyes, narrowed now with some unidentifiable emotion. “I’ve started the shower. Go get clean and wash your hair. You smell of diner.” Alex complied, placing the panties on top of the other folded items. She hurried into the bathroom, aware of their gazes, trying to

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hide her secret. Alex stepped into the stream of water, almost groaning with the relief of the heat against her tired body, and reached for the shampoo. She could hear metallic noises grinding through the roar of the water as she rinsed her hair and let the water sluice the suds off her body. Alex pulled the shower curtain back and stepped from the tub only to find they’d taken out the towels. She stood on the bath mat for a few minutes until the worst of the moisture had dripped away and then walked into the bedroom.

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Chapter Sixteen The bed was pushed against the wall, and Devon was latching restraints into hooks he’d obviously installed in the ceiling. Her landlord was going to have a fit. And there were matching hooks in the floor. As she watched, Devon tested them, leaning his weight and looking for any give. Like Jeff, he had stripped to his jeans, the top button open. Both looked incredibly buff and sexy, and she swallowed against the swell of emotion. “You had to know, darlin’.” This from Jeff as he took in her expression. His tone was sexy and low and vibrated within her vulva, she’d swear it did. She was weak and useless, and her inability to think straight pissed her off. Alex had not found the need to suppress her temper of late, and the demon rose dangerously close to the surface from lack of practice. “We have a lot of stuff to express, and you are going to have to move through this as well. You know the drill, at least you used to, and this is way beyond where we were nearly a year ago when you challenged us.” Jeff’s eyes flashed with hurt and anger, and maybe disappointment before he turned back to sorting through the black duffel bag. He studiously avoided looking below her face. Alex’s stomach hurt, and she struggled with the recognition that she had hurt him. Devon’s back was rigid, and Alex couldn’t read him like she could Jeff, but there was no mistaking that she was in trouble. Alex then felt mutinous and a barrage of words began to collate within her

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head. She wanted to demand they leave her alone and get out of her house. Yet another flicker, deep within, signalled something she thought had died back on the night of the Club, beginning to resonate in her private parts and spread. “There won’t be a safe word, Alex.” Startled, she focused on Devon’s granite-like features. “We will take what we need from you tonight and give you what you need. We’re going to push you, and you’ll just have to trust us. Like we thought you did.” Devon nearly bit the words out as he stared down into her face, anger warring with tenderness on his features. “I can’t do this, Devon. Please,” she said. “Please what, Alex? Please forgive you for leaving without a word and making us sick with worry? Please forgive you for not telling us what was going on that night?” Devon turned back to his work. Jeff pulled her to him, resting his chin on the curve of her neck, his erection grinding into her lower back. “You have so much to answer for, and all of this could have been avoided if you only—” Alex cut him off, squirming away and backing up to the opposite wall, folding her arms across her abdomen. “I’m not explaining anything. I don’t owe you anything.” She immediately was faced with two irate, dominant men, invading her space, crowding her. “You will be explaining by the end of the night, Alex,” Devon promised. Jeff took hold of either side of her face, leaning his forehead to touch hers, fixing her with those sea-green eyes of his. “We own you, Alex, just as you own us, and we’re getting this sorted.” Alex blinked. “Own you? Own you? I don’t understand.” “You will.” This from Devon as he stepped between her and Jeff, holding a silk blindfold his hand. Alex tried to drag more air into her suddenly constricted lungs. She opened her mouth to protest, even weakly, but Devon placed the fabric over her eyes, simultaneously fixing his mouth over hers, and

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all coherent thought died. She felt Jeff tie off the blindfold and then pull her arms behind her back. The kiss ended, leaving her gasping and disoriented. She was aware of the rustling sound of clothing being removed, and the grasp on her arms was replaced by a different set of hands. Devon. She knew his scent just as she knew Jeff’s, and despair churned her gut. More rustling sounds, and then she was moved. **** Devon regretted having to hold her arms to allow Jeff to pull his own jeans off, but Alex seemed different, and he didn’t know if she would take the opportunity to remove the blindfold and push them further into punishing her. God knew he wanted to beat her ass raw, but his heart wanted her even more, wanted her heart and soul. When he saw her in the diner, butchered hair in that defeated, shit-brown color, yet with the shining blonde roots, looking so gaunt and sad yet so beautiful, his insides had flooded with such a mixture of emotions that he thought he might double over with it. The last four months had been hell on earth when he actually thought she might have died, uncounted amongst the many lost and missing women in the country, and he didn’t know how he would go on without her. He tortured himself imagining the terrible things that had probably happened to her. Like one of the worst hadn’t happened that night at the Club right in from of him, right where he let it happen, didn’t stop it. He felt Jeff lock eyes with him and nodded. They had strategized this plan and many others on the trip down to this godforsaken town after getting the confirmed sighting the night before. Depending upon Alex’s response, they had decided how to move forward with this relationship, and both were fully committed. Her acquiescence in the diner fit with Plan C. Jeff didn’t hide his feelings as easily as Devon did, and it was good that Alex was blindfolded. He needed to have her understand what her disappearance had cost him, cost them, and not

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get sidetracked when she read the love and devotion on Jeff’s face. He couldn’t go through this ever again, and it was make or break time. Jeff was determined to have their Alex back, and Devon was right there with him. He helped Jeff raise Alex’s arms and insert her hands into the lined restraints hanging from the ceiling hook. Her feet were then shackled into the ankle restraints, and she was raised, almost on her toes. Only her rapid breathing and the slower rate of the exhalations of the men broke the silence in the room. “Not a sound, Alex, not one,” Devon muttered in her ear, “or we’ll gag you. We don’t want your neighbours interfering. You can answer us when we ask, but you are not free to speak. We are not interested in any distractions. Do you understand?” Alex nodded then gasped when a hand slapped across her buttocks. “Do you understand?” “Yes. Yes, sir.” **** Jeff stood back, both he and Devon leisurely perusing Alex’s slender back and buttocks, admiring the long length of her legs, stretched as they were. She was too thin, but her body sang its siren song as it always had. It killed him to take things so slowly, so great was his need for her, but he didn’t plan to deviate from their plan. Jeff handed Devon the flogger, holding the wide paddle for his own use. He walked around Alex’s naked body to ensure she wasn’t too strained in the position and stopped, staring in shock. Devon queried, “What?” Jeff grabbed Alex’s short locks and pulled her head back. “God dammit, Alex. When were you going to tell us?” He fumbled with the wrist restraints then stooped to loosen her ankles. Stripping off the blindfold, Jeff carried Alex over to the bed

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and set her down in the middle, looming over her cringing form. “What the fuck, Jeff? What?” asked Devon irritably. “She’s pregnant, probably three, four months, Dev. I saw the baby bump from the side.” “Alex? Are you fucking pregnant?” Devon asked in astonishment. “Yes,” Alex choked out, “and I was going to tell you when I felt strong enough to deal with you. You can believe me or don’t.” The tears began to leak from her eyes. “And you struggled through these first months alone?” Devon continued, his voice thick with anger. “When did you find out, Alex?” he asked. “Nearly a week ago. It must have happened that night, before the, before I left.” She recovered, never wanting to talk with them about that awful experience in the Club. She remembered how they had both fucked her together in near silence before bathing her and choosing her clothing and driving her to the Club. She remembered the orgasms, screaming out her pain and pleasure, stretched past comprehension with their frenzied thrusts. It was the first time they had both penetrated her vagina together, and it had felt desperate to her, foreboding and angry. “My period was due right away, and when it didn’t come…well, I waited then bought one of those tests this month,” Alex told them in a small voice. “Why did you wait?” Both men spoke as one. Oh, God, she had learned the news alone, no one to share it with, both a burden and a blessing, and her first thought had been that she had to tell her men. That day had been a blur for her, and she vacillated between despair and hope. What could she do? “Because I couldn’t face it. I didn’t want to believe it, couldn’t deal with more. I think, deep down I knew, there were signs, and I love children. And I…” Alex couldn’t go on. There was silence. They stared at her, overwhelming her. Alex tried to decipher their emotions as her gaze darted between their

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faces. “Have you seen a doctor, Alex?” Devon demanded. “No goddamn wonder you had no sanitary supplies and that huge bottle of vitamins!” “I saw one two days ago. Everything is fine except I need to gain a bit of weight. He said the antibiotics I took when I had that flu cancelled out the effects of the pill,” Alex said. “There’s a report in my backpack.” She waited while Jeff impatiently ripped the zipper open and scanned the doctor’s report, confirming to Devon that what she had said was accurate. “Pack your things. We’re leaving tonight,” stated Devon, “and we’ll have you see the Club doctor before we clear the issue between us, Alex. Jeff, pack up the duffel while I help Alex.” Alex cringed then straightened her shoulders and thrust her chin forward, looking as determined as possible while naked and lying on a bed. The beautiful naked physiques of the men didn’t help her focus any, but she was going to try. “I’m not leaving my job without notice. These people have been good to me, very kind to me, and I can’t leave them in the lurch. I have another shift in two days!” When Jeff and Devon advanced on her, she scooted up to the headboard and compressed her lips. “And I’m not going to the Club doctor like some prize heifer either. The doctor in the town is perfectly competent. You’ll have to take me kicking and screaming, and I doubt it will go unnoticed.” Devon had her over his knee before she could draw another breath to challenge them further. Alex screamed at the first smack, and then Jeff had a bit in her mouth and secured behind her head. Her butt hurt, and then the pain morphed into a familiar tingle, especially when Devon smoothed the area he smacked in between strikes. Her vulva swelled, and her vagina moistened. Oh, God, this again. She would never stop craving this feeling. She had thought Stephan had killed

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this need in her, but obviously not with her men. Devon handed her off to Jeff, who placed her on her back, spreading her legs with his knees between her thighs, opening her to their gaze. Devon held her hands above her head in one of his and began to touch her breasts with the other. He rubbed the nipples then alternately pulled and twisted them in the way she so well remembered, creating further sparks in her vagina. Her pregnancy made them so much more sensitive. Pop! Jeff’s hand came down between her thighs, connecting with her lubricated labia. Her clitoris throbbed, and Alex tried to squirm away, fighting Devon, fighting the pleasure. Jeff pushed a finger up her and as quickly pulled it out, slapping her clitoris again, then again. He inserted two fingers, added a third when moisture welled and slid down her opening. Alex whimpered against the pressure, and Devon swiftly removed the bit. His mouth descended on her own, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips, seeking entrance, soothing the stretch of the bit. She surrendered, and his tongue ravaged her mouth, extracting the very essence of her in his demand. Jeff left his position between her thighs, and she arched in his direction. “There, there, Alex, I’m right here.” She heard a zipper scrape and objects rattling, and then Jeff was back, cool lube coating his hand as he began to stroke and press against her anus. He slid his thumb in and moved it in circles, and she clenched in desire, in memory, around it. Devon continued to kiss her while stroking and plucking at her breasts. So many sensations, she felt herself giving up to the moment, all thoughts of mutiny abandoned. As Jeff pushed a finger in to join his thumb, and he began a gentle assault on her clitoris with his other hand, alternating with two fingers in her vagina, then three, then a circling motion on her now throbbing sex organ. Another finger entered her anus and started to scissor, stretching and tantalizing those nerve endings ignored and abandoned

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over the months. Devon finally let go of her mouth, both of them gasping for air, and then his head descended to replace Jeff’s fingers, making a meal of her. Alex bowed up from the mattress, trying to restrain her frantic whimpers and screams. Her orgasm built as Devon’s tongue delved between her labia, stroking and stabbing into her vagina. He suckled and laved her clit then pinched it gently between his teeth, and all the while Jeff stretched and tormented her anus. Alex fell back to earth in a limp sprawl, her vagina in spasm, anus clamping down on Jeff’s fingers, cream erupting over Devon’s lips and cheeks. They stroked, suckled, and petted her until she settled. Jeff went to the bathroom, and she heard water running. He returned with a cloth and cleansed her from front to back, so gently. Devon pushed the sticky, sweaty strands of hair from her forehead and pressed his lips to her. Jeff cracked, “So much for plans, eh, partner?” Devon smiled down at Alex and remarked, “Good to be flexible.” He then shifted on the mattress and pulled Alex under him. His rock-hard erection pressed against her vulva, and she spread her thighs almost without volition, and he began to insert his penis into her, groaning as he inched forward. “She’s tight, Jeff. It’s been a long time.” Alex bit back a snort of laughter, and Devon grabbed her head between his hands and looked into her eyes. “What?” Alex answered, “It was always hard to get inside me, both of you. With those monster cocks.” **** Devon laughed and then groaned again when the movement pressed him in farther, and her vagina compressed him even more. He stroked into her, both cursing and blessing the condom. He so wanted

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to feel her on his skin, but he knew that he wouldn’t last any length of time without one. He swivelled his hips as he pulled back from her pelvis, delving for that rough spot high in her vagina, and was rewarded with a gasp from Alex. Jeff lay beside the pair, looking into Alex’s face, touching her cheeks, running his finger across her lips. “Keep your eyes open, Alex,” he commanded. “I want to see you come.” Alex pried her lids open. “I don’t think I can come again. I can’t.” Devon choked out, “I could use some help here, Jeff, soon.” Jeff slipped his hand between their bodies and pinched Alex’s clit. She bowed off the bed as much as Devon’s weight would allow and came, screaming. Devon rode through her climax then filled the condom he wore, hoarsely calling her name. **** Jeff rolled Devon off of Alex, and took his place between her legs, quickly shoving his latex-covered cock up inside her, feeling the shivers and squeeze of the tiny muscles of her vagina as her orgasm waned. He knew she would be sore, out of practice, but he battered at her, fast and furious, rearing back to pull nearly out of her body and forge back inside while Devon recovered to move to tweak her nipples. He listened to her moan as she thrashed her head from side to side, yet kept eyes open to meet his. His pubic hair scraped across Alex’s distended clitoris, and Jeff felt his testicles begin to draw up and fought it hard. He had been well trained to delay his pleasure and the latex helped, but this little woman made a mockery of that training. Jeff and Alex fell together, Jeff coming in waves against latex with Alex coming apart around him. Jeff slid off to the side, pulling Alex with him, sandwiching her between him and Devon, his softening cock still inside of her. She reached up to touch his face then dropped her hand behind her to

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touch Devon. She closed her eyes, her breathing slowed, and she drifted into the sleep of the exhausted. Jeff raised his head and looked at Devon. “It’s like she’s never been gone, Dev. She responds to us just like she used to.” He couldn’t talk about her gentle touch on both of them. It felt too precious to put into words, though he knew Devon hadn’t missed the implications of it either. She never forgot to include them both, and it was rare that they took her separately. Devon quietly replied, “I still think we need to paddle that fine ass of hers some more, but I want to wait and see what the doctor says about any risk to our kid.” He froze for an instant. “God, Jeff, our baby. We get her back and a baby to boot. Doesn’t feel real.” Jeff reminded him, “Alex hasn’t agreed to anything yet, Devon, and we had better listen to her this time. She did try to talk to us before about Stephan, but we weren’t listening. Our egos were hurt, and we threw her to that wolf. I doubt she’s forgiven us.” Devon shook him off. “She’s ours, and she’s coming home. We aren’t leaving without her no matter what it takes, so man up, Jeff. You know we are what Alex needs, and we aren’t living without her anymore. Done deal.” Jeff shook his head and kept any further cautionary statements to himself. Alex would wake, and then they’d all see. But that gentle touch gave him hope.

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Chapter Seventeen Devon looked through the contents of the fridge, frowning in dismay at the meagre pickings. What in hell had Alex been eating? There were a couple of apples, a package of almonds, and a part-quart of milk. The sliver of cheddar wrapped carefully in the original store wrappings hardly counted. A cursory search of the cupboards turned up a nearly empty box of Cheerios and a box of soda crackers. He turned as Jeff came into the tiny kitchenette, wearing boxers just as he was. “She awake yet?” “Nope, and I don’t have the heart to wake her any earlier than we have to either,” Jeff commented. “She doesn’t have to work today, and she’s got to be exhausted after the seven days she just put in, according to her boss. And we tired her out last night.” A smile of memory flitted across his face. Devon waved his arm toward the fridge. “Well, when she does wake, we’re taking her out for some actual food. Pregnant, on her feet ten hours a day, underweight, poor as a church mouse. I want to choke her and hold her all at the same time. How long do you think it would have been before she would have told us? Asked us for help at least?” Jeff shook his head. “I don’t know, buddy, although I’d like to think she’d have said something before she had the kid! We’d better find out who that doctor is and go see him today. I want to know just how she is health-wise and”—he locked eyes with Devon—“just what we can and can’t do in bed.” “And out of it,” Devon added.

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**** Jeff knew that neither he nor Devon needed to talk further about their raging need for this woman, their Alex. They figured they knew what had happened that night at the Club, hell, even the week prior to the event, but she needed to tell them. They needed to hear it from her lips and ensure that they understood, but more so that she understood them. If it took breaking all her barriers down again to prove how they felt about her and also show her their willingness to own what had happened, well, they were up to the task. It might prove emotionally painful for all of them and a bit painful for Alex physically, but the rewards would be far greater than any discomfort. Jeff pivoted back to the bedroom in time to see Alex push up to a sitting position in the bed. He wished he could have had her tied and spread for them. He wished she had woken to find herself at their mercy, him making a meal of her pussy this time while Devon made those fine breasts sing. Her nipples had to be more sensitive with pregnancy, and he had dark, erotic thoughts about that. But they’d pushed it last night, what with her being pregnant, and good things always came to those who waited. Alex stared at him warily. She pulled the sheet closer over her breasts in a gesture that broke his heart then infuriated him. Jeff closed the distance to the bed in one stride and pulled the cover away from her. “You never cover yourself in front of us, Alex. Never.” His harsh comment and expression caused Alex to tremble, and Jeff was again pierced by emotion. What the hell had happened to their Alex? She had never been afraid of either him or Devon. Sure, there were times when they had punished her for unacceptable behaviour, but the pain had been erotic, and she’d begged for more. He suspected her current reaction was a result the emotional pain they’d inflicted on her, and he chafed at the need to put off the little

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“talk” they were to have with her. Sooner than later, he hoped. Devon spoke from the doorway. “Get up, honey. We’ll get you bathed and take you for breakfast.” “I can shower myself,” Alex mumbled. Devon chuckled. “I’m going to make some allowances for now, my sweet, because maybe those hormones are making you resistant, but I said we would bathe you, and that’s what’s going to happen.” **** Alex’s traitorous vagina was instantly bathed in moisture at the sound of the dominance in Devon’s voice, and her nipples defected, too, stiffening in reaction. She bit the inside of her cheek and somehow managed not to whimper. Devon’s gaze traveled up and down her naked body, darkening and heating. Jeff looked like his mirror image. She retreated before them into the bathroom. “I need to use the toilet. I’d like some privacy.” “No. No modesty, Alex,” Devon grated. “Get on with it so we can run the bath.” Alex sat on the toilet and put her head in her hands. She felt Jeff’s hand stroke her hair and the back of her neck. It had to be Jeff. He was the softer of the two in many ways and tended to comfort her in situations when her boundaries were pushed. She wiped and flushed, all the while avoiding their eyes, and stood to wash her hands. “Alex.” Devon’s voice pulled her to look at him. “There is nothing you do, nothing about your body that doesn’t belong to us, nothing that would offend us. Just as we thought you felt about us.” Alex flushed, remembering their casual toilet habits around her. They were totally comfortable in their own skin and bodily needs. She had quickly understood that it was because of the strong connection between the two, leaving no room for false modesty or boundaries, and had found herself shedding her reserves and gaining a sense of freedom that amazed her. They had even inserted tampons for her, for

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heaven’s sake, and rubbed her belly when the cramps were bad. Jeff lifted her into the bath Devon had started. He helped her slide down and sit. His hair was still damp from an earlier shower. She hadn’t even heard them get up and use the bathroom. Devon picked up the little bar of soap and lathered the threadbare washcloth. He began to wash her feet and moved slowly up her legs, taking care to wash every inch of her. Jeff scooped water over her shoulders, soaping his hands and gently washing her breasts and upper body. She groaned with the care and comfort of their hands. “Scrunch down, honey,” Jeff said. Alex complied and sank her head into the water, keeping only her face above water level. Jeff then pulled her up and squeezed shampoo onto her hair, gently scrubbing at her scalp and sliding his fingers through the strands. “We’ll be changing this shitty color back to your own, Alex. And you’ll be growing it out, too.” Jeff made this pronouncement without pausing in his massaging motion. Alex opened her mouth to challenge his autocratic statement, but was distracted by Devon’s soap-slippery fingers parting her labia. He slipped a finger into her vagina, and she clamped on him. Devon made a dark sound of mirth. “You can let go, Alex. Breakfast first.” She nearly ground her teeth but forced her muscles to relax as he stroked in and out. And suddenly was on her stomach in the bath, in a wild swishing and swirling of water, Jeff supporting her head with an arm under her chest. Devon parted her buttocks and lathered her from anus to clit, cleansing the folds of her vulva. He pushed against her puckered rosebud with a thick finger, eyeing the rim of pink visible through the soap foam. “Jesus, Alex. Your body hasn’t forgotten us, even if your mouth wants to hold us off.” Alex pushed back into his touch, involuntarily moaning. Jeff laughed and said, “I’ve got something for that sassy mouth,

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Devon. Hell, we both do, and maybe that’s what we give her each and every time she talks back. She’ll be on her knees a lot.” Devon removed his finger, and Alex trembled, this time with anger. Devon would recognize her arousal and resentment at being denied. She wasn’t afraid anymore, she couldn’t be when aroused, so that’s where they would plan keep her. Aroused, on the edge, making her confession, telling them what went wrong and what she needed from them. She watched Devon reach into his shaving kit and pull out a safety razor. He dealt with the curls on her vulva efficiently, rinsing the soap and hair away as he worked. Alex held herself rigid against his ministrations in silent mutiny. She fought to stay still as the men helped her to stand and turned the shower on to rinse her then wrapped her in the towels that had come with the apartment, as poor an excuse as the washcloth. She could sense their anger about the paucity of her circumstances, but she wouldn’t apologize or explain. She had lived just fine by herself these past months, gotten by without them and the luxuries of life. Her head came up, and her shoulders squared at the thought. Jeff held her at arm’s length. “And there’s a bit of our girl, Dev. She just got pissed for some reason. Alex is coming back to us. Do you suppose she has a temper?” Alex compressed her lips then breathed through them. “I’d like to get dressed now. I’m hungry.” They seemed to move as if electrified. Jeff found a sports bra and pulled it down over her head, fitting her breasts into it as though he had done it all his life. Devon held her weight on his hip as he lifted her foot to slip one side of her panties on, shifting quickly to the other foot. Both men pulled her briefs up to her waist, hands meeting over her abdomen, pressing gently against the baby bump. “Cotton panties, Alex. We shouldn’t be letting you wear panties at all. But cotton…” Jeff teased her gently. “I guess a bra will be necessary. You are already a bit larger than I remember. Babies do that, eh?”

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Alex just stood there, keeping her own counsel. A little voice in her head told her to pick her battles. Besides, she’d never gotten dressed this fast in her life, and she was starving. A T-shirt followed the bra, though Jeff hesitated with the fabric over her eyes, and she knew he was off in his head, thinking about blindfolding her, enhancing her other senses for sexual play. However, he moved on, just as Devon repeated the panty process and pulled her sweats on. Her socks were slipped on next, and she was allowed to toe the sneakers on all by herself. She was definitely going to pay them back.

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Chapter Eighteen Breakfast at the diner was surreal. The staff vacillated between intense curiosity and hostility directed at Jeff and Devon. They sat in a corner booth, Alex sandwiched between them. Annie relaxed when she saw the care they took with her, ordering her a healthy breakfast and offering her tidbits from their own plates. Max, the owner, blustered at them for a while then backed off at their civility. He even blushed when they thanked him for giving Alex a job and helping to take care of her. Alex was pretty sure no one spit in their food in the kitchen either. Part of her branded her friends as traitors, but another part wanted them to like her men. After all, when she started to show pregnant, it would help if Annie and the rest saw her not as a single mother, but that her baby actually had caring, interested dads. Even if she had run away from them. Devon and Jeff excused her from the diner, explaining they were taking her to the doctor. Annie’s brow creased with suspicion, and then she smiled widely. Alex sighed. She hoped the door would actually close behind them before the gossip and speculation started. Alex next sat with Devon and Jeff in the waiting room of the doctor’s office. Jeff had called ahead and somehow obtained a brief appointment with the busy physician. All around her were people in various straits. Some seemed ill with flu or colds while others sported bandages and uncovered stitches. A couple of women were clearly pregnant but alone. Men worked in this town and couldn’t take time off to go to the doctor with their wives, even if they were pregnant. Alex felt both lucky and guilty. She had two men with her. By now most of the town would know that they both were with her, and

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probably that she was pregnant. Alex thought Annie had suspected, even though she wasn’t sure herself until the doctor had confirmed it. Right. What the hell was she denying? The days of nausea, extreme tiredness, and despondency had pretty much passed, but not the memory. It would have been nice to have someone close to be with during that time, but the crew at the diner had been really great even if they had never given her the impression that they wondered what was wrong with her. Alex knew they would stand by her through the remainder of her pregnancy, too. Because she was going to convince Devon and Jeff that she was staying in New Bushnell. They could help out financially with the baby if they wanted to, and she would encourage contact, but… “No, Alex,” Jeff murmured in her ear. “We can feel you thinking, honey, and you aren’t pulling away from us,” Devon contended. Alex sat up straight with a jerk. God, she forgot how they could read her. Maybe not read her mind exactly, but knew where she was headed in her thoughts. She was vaguely aware she wasn’t so afraid anymore, but she knew they were going to have a talk with her and that scared her silly. “Ms. Desjarlais? Please come in now.” The elderly nurse smiled diffidently toward Alex. Alex stood, followed by the men, and the nurse took a small step backward then collected herself and showed them all into the cramped examining room. “Dr. Owens will be right with you. Please put the gown on, Ms. Desjarlais.” The two men took up much of the space and the very air seemed swallowed up by them. Devon started to divest her of her clothes while Jeff shook out the pink gown lying on the exam table. When she was naked and then covered by the gown, Jeff swung her up to sit on the table and leaned against the wall. Devon took the side chair.

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A faint knock sounded at the door, and it swung open to admit Dr. Owens. He was studying a chart, and when he glanced up he seemed startled to see two men in the room with his patient. Jeff pushed forward and offered his hand. “Jeff Staples, doctor. My partner, Devon Rust.” Dr. Owens shook hands then looked toward Alex. “Good to see you again, Alex. I thought we were going to do the exam next week and schedule an ultrasound, but Mr. Staples was most convincing that we try to fit things in today,” he said. Alex tried a smile and then shrugged. “I appreciate you doing this, Dr. Owens.” The physician waited for more, but when she said nothing further, he pulled some latex gloves from the box on the shelf by the table and asked her to lie down and put her feet in the stirrups. Alex began to tremble. Instantly, Jeff was by her side, soothing her onto her back, and setting her feet into the stirrups, and helping her slide down until her knees were up and apart. He probably knew she was flashing back to their playroom when they used a similar exam table to introduce her to the pleasures of vaginal and anal exams. That had been intense for all of them, but particularly for her, as any final vestiges of modesty had been stripped away that night to be replaced by waves of pleasure. Jeff pulled the paper sheet across her lower body and stepped back, taking her hand in his. Devon moved around to the other side of the table and laid his hand on her stomach, rubbing gently. He leaned down to kiss her forehead. Dr. Owens looked bemused, and then his eyes sharpened. “Are you okay, Alex? Do you want privacy?” he asked. Alex shut her eyes and mutely shook her head. “She’s fine, doctor. Proceed,” said Devon. The doctor lubed his fingers and gently inserted them inside Alex’s vagina. She took a breath and tried to relax while her men murmured encouragement to her. Dr. Owens’s other hand pressed

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down on her abdomen, and his forehead creased in concentration. He withdrew his fingers and stripped the glove, watching as Devon pulled the paper sheet down to cover Alex. “I’d say you are close to four months along, Alex. And if you are correct in knowing your last menstrual cycle, I’d pick December twenty-first as a due date. We’ll confirm it with an ultrasound.” “When will the ultrasound be scheduled?” asked Devon. “Next week,” replied Dr. Owens. “Probably late in the week.” “Alex has a doctor in Tulsa, and she’s moving back, but we will make sure she has the test here,” asserted Devon. Alex stiffened at his high-handed comment, and Jeff’s hand tightened on hers in warning. She was also puzzled. Was Devon actually backing off on his threat to pack her up and move her home right away? The doctor was talking again, and she shook herself out of her reverie to listen to him. “Alex, you need to gain some weight, eat healthy foods, and drink more water. Keep taking the vitamins I gave you, and if your feet or legs swell, you’ll have to find a job where you won’t stand so much. Otherwise, you are in good shape. Follow any new doctor’s instructions as your pregnancy progresses and have him write for your records here if necessary.” “We’d like to ask you some questions about activity for Alex, as her health and the baby’s are paramount to us,” Devon continued. With Jeff’s help, Alex struggled up on the table and swung her legs over the edge. He held her sitting in place. “Darlin’, the doctor is bound by confidentiality. And I’m sure he’s heard most everything there is to hear. We need to know what we can and can’t do with you,” Jeff clarified. Alex’s face flamed. She knew this was coming. She just knew it. They couldn’t leave her any pride. Yet she had understood their lifestyle and knew that it was true her safety and her child’s would come first. But she hated them. Damned if she would let the doctor see it, though, as he’d feel obliged to interfere and who knows what

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would happen about the baby. She’d be judged an unfit mother or something. Here she was swearing, too, albeit in her head. They were bringing out the worst in her. Dr. Owens fixed his gaze on Alex’s now calm face, and if he’d seen any evidence of her internal struggle, he didn’t show it. Devon asked, “Can Alex take double penetration?” The doctor asked, “Vaginal or vaginal-anal?” “Both.” “It should be okay until the seventh month, and then you could create some issues, like early birth. But if Alex sees another doctor, ask that same question each exam. There is certainly no need to discontinue intercourse, however.” “Thanks,” Devon said. Dr. Owens offered Alex his hand then nodded to Jeff and Devon. He smiled at her and then left the room. Jeff pulled her to him and kissed her hard, his tongue pushing into the recesses of her mouth, taking her breath. Alex felt her eyes roll back, and then he released her to Devon’s deep kiss. “We are going to be good dads to our baby, honey. Just wait and see” was Jeff’s solemn vow. Devon hugged her to him, breathing against her hair. “Our baby is coming for Christmas,” he murmured. Alex said nothing all the way to the SUV and stared out the window on the drive to the grocery store. She trailed along as Devon and Jeff chose items for lunch and supper. Anticipation coiled in her middle and drizzled down into her vulva. Her breasts felt heavy and tight. She didn’t know what they planned for her when they got back to her apartment, but some of it wouldn’t be much fun, at least not for her. Part of her raged, feeling she was going to be punished like a child. Another part tingled for what would come afterward. And yet another part of her, a part they had only glimpsed in the past and for a second or two this morning, fought its way to the surface. She repeated her vow from the doctor’s office.

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**** Alex was going to take a stand. Jeff could feel it. He glanced at Devon, who seemed oblivious. He thought about raising his assumption with Dev, and then mentally shrugged. They worked well enough together so that when Alex put it out there, they would deal with it. This relationship was going to move forward, and exorcising the demons was part of it. Alex was sent off to lie down while Devon and Jeff put the groceries away and fixed lunch. She was sleeping when he checked on her, and he decided to leave her to get her rest. She was going to need it later. The gold roots of her hair shone above the dead, brown shade she had used to camouflage her appearance, and her long lashes rested on her cheeks like wings. Her hands were curled under the pillow, her legs slightly drawn up against her body. She hadn’t changed into a nightgown, though he’d seen the flannel monstrosity hanging in the closet. Her clothes were rumpled, and Alex looked like a beautiful elf lying there on the bed. He heard Devon come to stand beside him, heard Devon’s breath caught in his throat, and his friend backed away to clear it, not wanting to wake Alex. He and Devon loved this woman, and their lives were going to change, he just knew it, and he was willing to make that change, for her. He smiled wryly, recognizing the challenges ahead. Life was never boring with Alex around. Jeff spoke to Devon. “I wish I could be as sure as you are that she’ll give in to us, buddy. I feel real certain, and then I get something coming off her that scares the shit out of me.” Devon looked from Jeff to Alex. “I feel it, too, but I think it’s just going to make things better between us. One thing for sure, communication, as they say, is the key to every relationship. That may sound like pussy talk, but we’ve learned the hard way, and we are going to communicate if I have to tie Alex to the bed whenever

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we leave the house.” Jeff’s chortled and hoped Devon knew how contradictory that statement sounded, but was also fully cognizant of how needy he was and that Devon totally got it. Because he felt the same way.

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Chapter Nineteen Alex came awake to the smell of grilling chicken. Her eyes popped open, and she thought she had been dreaming of the diner. But no, she was in her bedroom, on her bed, with a blanket draped across her. One of the guys must have covered her up. The guys! She sat up and stared toward the kitchen. They were here, in her kitchen by the sounds of things. Had last night and this morning really happened? Her brief nap had allowed her brain to focus and process some ambiguities. Their behaviour was pretty much what she expected, especially when they had learned of the pregnancy, but they both had said things, things that didn’t fit. She was positive they were trying to apologize to her for something and make concessions of a sort. If only she wasn’t so aware of her failure. Alex thought she might have been able to have some sort of dialogue with them, but her inability to meet their expectations and needs weighed too heavily on her. They would share her again with some other Dom, and she would never be able to get through the experience and couldn’t expect to be saved by the sound of the bell, literally, again. What to do… Jeff poked his head in and saw she was awake. “Come to the kitchen, babe,” he said. “Lunch is almost ready, and you’re eating for two.” Alex got up and mutely went to the bathroom to relieve herself and wash her face and hands. The face that stared back at her from the mirror reflected conflicting emotions, but the eyes were sick with shame. “Alex.” Jeff stood in the doorway of the bathroom, totally male,

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totally confident. Alex’s heart hitched, and she obediently stepped toward him. He wrapped his arm possessively around her shoulders and escorted her to the small counter stool. Salad topped with grilled chicken graced two plates on the counter. A thick ham sandwich with potato chips sat on another in front of Devon. Devon couldn’t bear salad, but had clearly taken the trouble to make sure she had a healthy meal. A tall glass of water, one of milk, and two long-necked beers accompanied the meals. “The doctor said you needed to eat more and eat healthy,” Devon said. “And drink lots of water and milk. So have at it.” Once again the boss of her. Sheesh. Such contradictions as usual, going to such trouble for her then ordering her to eat. Pick your battles, Alex, she silently told herself. The war was ahead, and she had to win that one. She knew Jeff watched her as she did as Devon bid her and began to eat, her appetite reviving as she worked her way through the salad. Jeff devoured his, enjoying the fact that they liked similar foods. Devon caught her eye, a mouthful of sandwich, and grinned around it. Such a domestic scene, he telegraphed with his eyebrows. Alex narrowed her eyes and managed not to say anything caustic. She sat at the counter and watched Jeff and Devon tidy the small kitchen, working together efficiently. When they finished, they led her to the cramped living room and sat her between them on the couch. “You haven’t said a word since we left the doctor’s office, Alex,” said Devon. “Tell us what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours.” Jeff winced. “Jesus, Devon. Don’t start by pissing her off.” Alex tensed, and then shrugged casually and visibly relaxed. “What is there to say? I told you this morning what my plans were, and you ignored me. I can’t imagine saying anything else that you wouldn’t react to in the same way.” Devon’s voice went silky smooth. “Seems to me that you are

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being scheduled for an ultrasound here, in this redneck town, Alex, at the end of next week. We aren’t packed and driving back to the city. So, what part didn’t we hear?” Alex looked at him. “Okay, but you told him I’d be moving back to Tulsa and,” she stuttered, “seeing the Club doctor.” She fairly spat at him. “You’ve got a shift to work next week, and that will give your boss some notice to replace you, Alex, time for the ultrasound, and time to get organized to move back with us,” Devon said reasonably. Alex began to see red. She slithered out from between them and stood in front of the coffee table, taking heart from its flimsy barrier. “I told you I wasn’t leaving here. You think that by allowing me to finish out the shift and have the ultrasound I’ll be placated and become a nice little puppy at your heels. Not happening, Devon.” Jeff, took up the battle with Alex. “We have told you repeatedly since yesterday that you belong with us and need to come back to us. We’re trying to listen to you, but we can’t live here, Alex. Our jobs are in Tulsa, and vacation time only lasts so long.” Alex bit out, “It’s not just what you want. Not anymore.” Devon replied, “We know that, Alex. We’ve been trying to tell you that, too, but you aren’t hearing us.” “Because I’m not the woman you had. I left that behind when I…” Alex stopped, too close to spilling her secret. “I’ve changed, I had to, and I’m not going back to the person I was before.” “What did you mean? What are you not telling us, Alex?” asked Devon, standing and stalking toward her. Jeff raised a hand to caution him, but Alex was already retreating. “Nothing. I’m done talking about the past,” Alex asserted. “We need to discuss the baby and how we will work out access and, and stuff.” Devon went still. “Last chance to do this the vanilla way, Alex. Talk to us, or we’ll make you.”

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Alex’s eyes went wide. She had forgotten how ill-defended she was, and how helpless she was against them. She backed to the shelving unit that boasted the room’s few ornaments and knickknacks left by decades of tenants. Her hand closed around a Bunnykins, and she simply lost it. Blame it on those hormones. Incoherent epithets left her lips as she threw the knickknack at Devon’s head. He ducked, and it shattered somewhere behind him. His look of utter astonishment nearly caused her to giggle, but she was on a roll. An old candle followed the Bunnykins and then a fragile seashell ashtray. She hated dusting that shit anyway. **** Jeff choked on laughter, not nearly as stunned at her outburst as Devon was. Alex had never shown a temper like this when they lived with her. She displayed irritation at times and the occasional angry outburst, but always in a muted fashion. He briefly wondered if they had kept her in that state because of their veritable domination and had a moment’s regret. Something to think about later because an ugly picture frame was coming his way, skipped like a stone, and damned if it couldn’t have taken an eye out without his fast reflexes. The two of them converged on Alex, with Devon grasping her hands, forcing her to release the next object she’d chosen to hurl at them. Jeff bent and put his shoulder into her stomach, careful of the baby, and straightened up with her over his shoulder. He headed to the bedroom. “Put me down, asshole,” she shrieked and tore at his back with her short nails. He slapped her buttocks, and she screamed louder. Holy shit, their little woman actually knew how to swear! Devon was already beneath the hook in the ceiling, attaching the restraints then attaching the ones to the floor. Jeff lowered Alex to her feet and caught her fists as she flailed at him. Devon stripped her sweats and panties off, leaving her

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naked from the waist down except for the ridiculous tube socks she wore. Devon put his hand over Alex’s mouth as she opened it. He spoke quietly, “Be quiet now, Alex. We will gag you if we have to, but it will be a royal pain to keep taking it out and putting it back in to hear your answers to our questions. This is an interview, Alex. Don’t disappoint us.” **** Jeff pulled the remainder of her clothing off and lifted her chin to look into her face. “Open your eyes, Alex. Open them,” he insisted. “Tell us what happened, Alex. Let us help you.” When Alex shook her head, Jeff He turned to Devon, and they began. Alex’s wrists were put back in the ceiling restraints and her ankles inserted into the ones in the floor. Devon put the blindfold on and secured it. “Do you want the bit, sweetheart?” he asked. “It will not go well for you. No safe word.” Alex shook her head again. A safe word wouldn’t save her. She would have to tell them the truth if she backed down from this punishment, so she would simply have to endure it. Her senses were heightened by her inability to see, and her body was ignoring the cacophony of her thoughts and responding to being restrained and open to the will of her men. It was insane how aroused and needy she felt. She heard the rummaging in the duffel bag and recognized the sound of metal chains. Her vagina clenched and flooded with moisture. Her nipples beaded. Alex bent her head and conceded. She loved these men and craved their touch, their kinks, their sexuality. She knew they would never truly hurt her body, though the erotic plain they inflicted sometimes pushed the limits. Alex admitted that

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she craved that, too, because she trusted them with herself. But then the sadness erupted from her cracking heart, that heart of stone, overwhelming her as she accepted her submission to them would satisfy only until the next sharing of her. They would see her lack of ability to fulfill them at that time, and she might want to die except there was her baby to live for. She would have maybe a year with them before they let her go, and she would have their child as a precious memento of what they had shared before it all went wrong again. Alex didn’t realize how she trembled and sighed as she accepted it would have to be enough. Alex felt someone check the fit of the restraints to make sure her blood flow wasn’t being restricted. When he sucked the beaded tip of one nipple into his mouth, it lengthened and hardened further. The feel of the clamps made her grit her teeth, and the sensation of the chain connecting them made her belly quiver. The chain must have held tiny bells, and the quiet tinkling pervaded the sudden quiet in the room, broken only by her deep breaths. She felt another chain drape down her belly, and she shuddered and flinched away only to be held by hands at her waist. One of them, she thought it was Devon, put his face between her thighs and tenderly lapped at her opening, his tongue unerringly finding her clitoris. He sucked the hardening nub out of the protective hood and through the clip he held in his mouth. Alex moaned in protest, and he tapped her in warning until she subsided, panting harshly. He connected the clip to the chain, and Alex’s most sensitive parts spoke to one another painfully, yet with heat and pleasure. She stood there, stretched and open, waiting for their next move. The anticipation grew, and she felt she couldn’t stand it for another second when a paddle came down on her left buttock. Alex choked back a scream and felt the next strike on the opposite side. He rained the blows onto the unprotected skin of her ass, alternating with each cheek, catching the sensitive crease where her buttocks and thighs joined and landing heavily on the cleft. Just as she thought she would

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scream for mercy, he stopped, rubbing his hand gently across her hot skin. “Darlin’, you look beautiful. So pink and red and hot.” Jeff’s deep voice betrayed his arousal, and she responded to the lust and praise, her pussy wet and clenching. A finger breached her entrance, pushing high to stroke her G-spot, circling and tormenting her as the hand soothed her bottom. Alex clamped hard and got another finger added to the first. She struggled for more sensation, trying for orgasm, and the fingers were abruptly removed, lingering across her straining clit as they did so. Alex cried out, “Please.” “Tell us why you ran, Alex, tell us what happened.” Devon’s voice was nearly hypnotic. She fell silent, and the chain was tugged, creating a myriad of pain/pleasure-filled sensations in her nipples and clit. “Talk to us, Alex, confess,” murmured Jeff. Alex bit her lip and tried to go away in her head to escape the immediacy of the situation. The chain was tugged harder, accompanied by little licks on her nipples and clit. She whimpered and struggled to get away, but those clever tongues followed her. Bells chimed and tinkled, the suckling sounds intensified, and Alex strained for release. The mouths at her breasts and clitoris stilled. “Confess, Alex. We can keep this up all day.” Alex lost track of who was saying what but found that piece of her deep inside, that hard, strong piece she’d discovered four months ago, and drew on it, staying silent against the erotic torture. The soft tendrils of the flogger trailed down over her breasts and clit, brushing in a tantalizing fashion against her, weakening her resolve. The first velvet lash struck a nipple, and Alex screamed, thrusting her breasts forward involuntarily. The lashes came steadily, catching one nipple then the other, then breaking in rhythm to hit two and three times in a row, never allowing Alex to prepare, only feel. The chain pulled taut on her clitoris with each lash on her breasts and

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Alex’s orgasm raced toward completion only to die back when the flogging stopped. She mewled like a kitten and heard herself begging in a high, thin voice. “Please, let me come, please.” Jeff spoke in her ear again. “Tell us, Alex. Why did you leave us?” “I can’t tell you. Please don’t make me, please,” Alex pleaded with him. “Alex, you need to tell us. Help us understand, darlin’.” “Fuck you,” she growled in his direction, pressing her lips together. “We’ll reserve that pleasure for you, Alex, once you talk to us. Brace yourself, darlin’.” Alex had no time to prepare for the cold lubricant squeezed into her rectum and gasped at the intrusion. Another sensation quickly followed as something pressed against her anus with authority, pushing past the ring of muscle. She felt it plunge deep into her until she thought it would never stop, and she cried out. Immediately, a hand smoothed her still-tingling buttocks, and a finger stroked her clitoris, distracting her and providing sparks of pleasure. “Just another inch or so, honey, there,” whispered Devon. “It’s a vibe.” She felt full, and the pressure was enormous at first and then subsided as she adjusted. A gentle vibration ensued, and she tensed. Then he tapped the end of the vibrator, seating it a little deeper inside her. Alex gasped and clenched, hard. The sensations were building, and she struggled to breathe deeply and through them. She knew she couldn’t come without pressure on her clit and being held just short of orgasm took all of her will not to beg for it, to confess to them. Just as she was gaining control, Alex felt something at her other opening, and Jeff crooned for her to relax. Of course she tensed immediately, and a wide, solid object pressed into her vagina, easily

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sliding deep, lubricated by her own juices as it was, but stretching her impossibly and pressing against the vibe in her bottom. The dildo was twirled, the tiny teeth creating further pressure and rubbing against her G-spot. Alex panted and clenched, trying not to beg and plead but losing out to the pressure and sensation. “I’ll suck your clit, and you’ll come so hard, honey. All you have to do is promise to tell us what happened, why you left,” Jeff said, rubbing his hand over her belly, tugging the chain, tormenting her. Devon nipped at her buttocks and tapped on the vibe between them. Alex hung there, suspended in her own denial, trying to withhold from them. She strained for release, strained to find that flint within her, and lost. She half screamed, half gasped her confession. “I couldn’t go through with it. I can’t do sharing, not even for you. It made me sick, and you would have found out if the emergency hadn’t happened. I hated myself for letting you down, for not fulfilling your expectations, for failing you. And I will fail you again in the future, and you’ll get rid of me. I can’t do it again. I’ll end up hating you, too.” Alex sobbed, the tears soaking the blindfold, her body retreating from the brink. “Sweetheart, we never wanted to share you. We wanted to kill Stephan, but we thought it was what you wanted. We have so much to straighten out. But for now, come, Alex, let it come,” said Devon. Jeff sucked her clit into his mouth, distended as it was by the clip, and pulled her into an orgasm that bowed Alex’s body against the restraints so hard that the hook rattled in the ceiling. She slumped forward into his arms as Devon released her wrists and unfastened her ankles. Devon pulled her to him and lifted her, carrying her to the bed. The two of them settled on either side of her, Jeff removing the blindfold while Devon wiped her face. She felt the toys removed and Devon’s weight dipping off the bed. He returned with a warm cloth

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and cleaned her gently. Jeff loosened the matted strands of her hair and petted her softly. Slowly, Alex got herself under control and pushed up on her elbows. “What are you saying? What is going on?” Jeff took a deep breath and started to explain. “We ran into Stephan and Melissa at JOY at the end of April”— he grinned at her ruefully—“when we were picking out a pair of nipple clamps for you in honour of our six-month anniversary.” Jeff paused and Devon took up the tale. “Stephan gave us one of those looks, the kind that says he knows something we don’t, and patted us both on the shoulder. It was like he was sorry for us or something, and you know guys and their egos. No fucking group hugs.” “Stephan is a real experienced Dom, honey, and he got to us that day. He walked away, and Melissa told us that she had been to visit you. She told us that you’d confided in her, telling her that…well, the short version is that we weren’t giving you everything you needed in bed. She inferred that you had tried to ask for it but we hadn’t listened.” Alex couldn’t get a full breath. “What are you talking about? I didn’t say anything like that to Melissa. Why would I? How could you think I wasn’t satisfied with you, with you both? What did I ever do to make you think differently?” Jeff said, very solemnly, “We’re going to have to live with how we jumped to that conclusion for the rest of our lives, sweetheart. We had a talk with Stephan after you, well, after you ran away, and he told us how badly he wanted to play with you. He thought his dreams had come true when Melissa told him that you wanted the experience with him.” Alex interrupted, “But I didn’t. I never said…” She stopped, replaying that conversation back in her head. It had cut her to the quick, and her lip curled now at how manipulative Melissa had been.

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That bitch had thrown her under the bus in order to make Stephan happy. “Melissa knew that Stephan was looking to move on, now that he had trained her, and find her someone else. She didn’t want to leave and recognized an opportunity to have him show her some gratitude and maybe keep her longer, even at your expense, Alex,” concluded Devon. “She came over for coffee that day. I was surprised as she really didn’t seem to care for me,” Alex remembered. “She was fearful of losing Stephan, and jealous of how he wanted you, Alex. She had seen him watching you and recognized just what it was he wanted,” said Devon. “Melissa tried to make girl talk and then got really serious,” Alex thought out loud. “She told me she hated to tell tales, but we subs had to stick together. I told her I really didn’t think I was a sub, and she laughed at me. That stung me, and she took the opportunity to plant the seed right then. She told me you had been consulting with Stephan about putting me on display at the Club, and hoped he would do the honours. Melissa said you wanted to take things with me further and the time had come.” Alex began to cry again and was enveloped in two sets of arms, with two sets of lips kissing her tears away. Composing herself, Alex repeated the sequence of events as if in a dream, her eyes shut, safe within their hold. “I somehow got her to leave, and then I was ill.” Jeff groaned under his breath, and Devon cursed softly. “I thought I had made it clear that I wasn’t ready to do anything like that and didn’t know if I ever would be. We hadn’t even gone to many scenes in the Club, only had drinks in the bar to meet the other members, and I couldn’t believe either of you would go behind my back to that man without talking with me first.” Alex paused and opened her eyes. She extricated herself from their arms and slid to the bottom of the bed, clambering off to turn and face them, fists clenched at her side as she pivoted for the door.

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“I need to go to the bathroom.” Devon and Jeff surged after her, catching the door before it locked behind her. “You aren’t getting an opportunity to hide and regroup, Alex,” Devon said, compassionately for his nature. “We aren’t done talking.” She sighed and sat down on the toilet. They knew her so well. She wiped then flushed and stood to wash her hands. Her feet left the floor, and in a blink she was back on the bed, a man on either side of her. “Why didn’t you confront us, Alex?” Jeff asked. “I tried, Jeff. That same night you both came home and acted like bears with sore paws. I’d made a nice meal and set the table with candles. I hoped we would talk it out over dinner, but you were both short with me. You kept looking at me, then at one another, and put me off. Surely you remember that.” Jeff dropped his head to the mattress and closed his eyes. “Fuck me, Devon. That bitch had impeccable timing. We’d just run into her and Stephan at JOY.” “She said she had met you both at JOY!” Alex exclaimed. “But that had to be after she came to see me. How could she have thought those details wouldn’t have come out? Except, we didn’t talk, did we?” “Oh, honey,” Devon said, grimacing in memory, “we had just taken a metaphorical shot to our balls from Stephan. We aren’t Doms, Alex, at least not in that sense,” he added in response to her snort. “We have played, but never wanted anyone forever, Alex, not until you. We couldn’t deny how we felt about you.” “We were both feeling vulnerable, Alex, and furious with ourselves and with you for not asking us for what you needed,” Jeff added. When she would have protested, Jeff continued, “We know now that Melissa set it up, playing the odds. Stephan protests his innocence, but we think he sensed the truth all along and wouldn’t

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pass up the opportunity to play with you. He probably thought he could steal you from us,” Jeff concluded grimly. “You said you were on double shifts for three days after that, guys, and so I couldn’t get five minutes with you to talk. I tried writing you a letter, too.” Devon said, “We found that draft in your things, Alex, after you left. It started us looking at what happened. We talked with Melissa and Stephan, and she gave it up. I still don’t know why she told us, except maybe she thought more sacrifice would bind her to Stephan. He sure took advantage to indulge that pain slut afterward.” Alex shivered. “Cold, honey?” asked Devon. “No,” she replied. “I was just remembering how he hurt me that night.”

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Chapter Twenty Devon swallowed and inched closer to her. He stroked her in helplessness as she visibly relived the events she had locked away. He knew that Jeff had the same difficult time watching Stephan flog her that night, switching from a single to a double tail. She’d accepted being tied to the cross, naked and exposed when Jeff had removed the robe. Devon himself had blindfolded her and both had secured her hands and feet. It had nearly destroyed their control, wanting to take the whip from the Dom’s hands and beat him to death with it. But they had held themselves back as Alex made no sound, hadn’t called out to them, hadn’t used her safe word. They thought she had wanted the attention and couldn’t understand why she hadn’t ever slipped into sub space, for her body never relaxed, never stopped holding itself against the repeated strikes. Her back, shoulders, thighs, and buttocks had raised welts and reddened to such an extent that Jeff told him later that he thought he had actually felt her pain in his soul. It was later that they remembered she had never been offered a safe word, probably not an oversight on Stephan’s part, but inexcusable on theirs. When Stephan had fucked her with the dildo in fierce, controlled thrusts, Alex had thrown her head back and bit her lip, remaining mute against the assault. Devon had slapped the dildo from Stephan’s hand when he had planned to shove it up Alex’s ass. Even when Stephan turned his attention to her breasts, releasing the cruel clamps he had chosen to allow the blood to return in streaming agony to her nipples, even when he had flogged them, Alex had made no sound. Even her sobs had been silent. Devon had tried to translate her

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reaction into passion but came up short. It was only training and engrained respect for Stephan as a Dom that kept them from interfering, allowing him to continue and try to give Alex what she had said she craved. It was only when she was released to kneel in front of Stephan, his cock thrusting at her mouth, that Devon saw the blood she had drawn from her bottom lip with her teeth, crimson fluid beading, coating her lips and dripping to her chin. He had stepped forward to interfere, to stop the scene, Jeff right beside him, when the bell went off and the overhead lights outside of the scene flashed on. All hell had broken loose, a coordinated stream of explanation and orders. There had been an explosion and some kind of attack at the airport, and nearly every man in the place and a few women were called to duty. They had only taken the time to put Alex on a bed and cover her, leaving her to be taken care of by Alistair, the Club manager. Alistair had cleared out the Club and secured it before returning to Alex’s room. He found it empty and no sign of her anywhere. He concluded she had left the building before the lockdown and called Devon before turning to the security cameras. It was nearly twenty-four hours before Devon and Jeff were released from duty and picked up the voice message from Alistair. They had raced home, charging through the front door, realizing the security system was still activated. Alex wasn’t there. As one, the men climbed into their SUV and headed toward the Club, not talking, not wanting what they suspected to be real, avoiding saying anything that would make it so. Alistair met them at the door in response to the frantic pounding. He escorted them to the security office and showed them the footage from the cameras. Jeff watched Alex move unsteadily from the little bedroom, making her way down the hall, clearly in pain. Devon barely moved, his eyes fixed on her painful efforts to get the black coat on. She never looked up, her head bent forward, and she never looked back as she drew the door open and shuffled through it. Jeff turned and punched the wall then cradled his

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head in his hands, the bloody knuckles counterpoint to his agony. Devon asked for the footage of the alley, and they watched their love head down the alley and disappear into the street. Alistair wordlessly passed over Alex’s collar, and tears of pain and rage stood in both of their eyes. Leave was requested and given. The two threw themselves into a very personal investigation. The initial cabbie was found and Alex’s picture retrieved from the ATM footage. She hadn’t looked directly at that camera, but it captured her swollen lip and the pain and exhaustion etching her features. Walmart was less willing to provide their security tapes from that night, but a contact at the station and one in the chain’s own security department finally came up with them. Jeff and Devon viewed Alex’s slow, painful progress through the departments and were able to determine what she was wearing when she left. They hadn’t seen the pink hoodie, assuming that she still wore the trench coat, and lost the trail at the bus station. Only careful questioning of some of the regulars and staff elicited a similar description of a slender woman wearing a pink hoodie who might be Alex. The blonde hair was never noticed. The trench coat was in the lost and found, and Devon found the stains of dried hair color on the collar and shoulders. They then knew what Alex probably looked like, but couldn’t find any footage of her leaving on any of the buses. It took nearly two days of poring over each frame until Devon noticed a flicker of pink, nearly swallowed up in the crowd, by the ATM. They found Alex had withdrawn the maximum amount for the day, and given that there was precious little left in the account, recognized the urgent need to find her before her funds ran out and she turned to the streets. Even then they knew she was going underground and would not turn to anyone familiar and thus make it easier to be found. What they didn’t know was why. The trail went cold after that first push as Jeff and Devon searched the streets of their city, asking their fellow officers to watch for Alex

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in every restaurant, diner, and retail store. They contacted homeless shelters and put out the word with any person who would spread the word, making it very clear that the gratitude for finding her would be immeasurable. Jeff found the note after her computer failed to give them any hints. He has shaken out every single book she owned and finally lifted the desk blotter. They went to talk with Stephan. The Dom received them in his home, genial but somehow wary, too. Stephan had excused Melissa from the conversation, and her exit seemed too much like flight to their observant eyes. It hadn’t taken long to piece things together. Stephan had shown his carnal interest in Alex to Melissa, who had been feeling vulnerable in regard to his continuing interest. Melissa had sought Alex out, confiding her false knowledge of Jeff and Devon’s requirements. The timing had been impeccable, and only Melissa knew how she had become aware of their intent to shop at JOY for Alex that same day after work. She had cajoled Stephan into taking her to the adult store, having primed the pump by relating a titillating version of her conversation with Alex that afternoon. Stephan’s patronizing attitude, followed by Melissa’s breathless confidences, swearing them to secrecy for the sake of friendship, about how Alex was craving exposure and fantasized about a scene with another Dom at the Club because they hadn’t provided it for her, had blindsided them and overcome their common sense. Their pride and egos felt battered, and both had gruffly acquiesced to Stephan’s calming suggestion that he would be pleased to stand in as the Dom Alex required. They knew his experience and skill would bring Alex to the height of ecstasy and accepted the necessity of giving Alex what she needed as part of their relationship. Neither of them liked the idea. Hell, they hated it and didn’t dare express their feelings of possessiveness even to one another, for fear possession would take over and they would punish Alex for her desires. They could not do that to her and were prepared to see it through, no matter the cost to them. She had given them everything,

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and they owed it to her. Dinner that night had been awkward, without the natural flow of conversation and teasing. Alex had withdrawn after her repeated attempts to engage them were rebuffed as they struggled to internalize how they had failed to recognize her change of heart from wanting only them and their kink. Devon knew now that her anxious glances had been a clear indication of a need to talk something important out with them, but once again their cursed male pride got in the way. The double shifts over the next three days had been a relief to give them a focus away from the swiftly approaching Friday night. They had fallen into separate beds late each day after a quick shower, leaving before Alex awoke, leaving them no time to talk. Alex had been recovering from a bout of flu, the antibiotics upsetting her stomach, and her illness had distanced them further, especially in bed, as they would never have been sexual with her when she wasn’t feeling well. Looking back, it had been a comedy of errors, the embers of miscommunication slyly fanned by that master manipulator, Melissa. But it didn’t take away from the fact that Alex had tried to reach out to them. They hadn’t listened. What they didn’t understand was why Alex hadn’t stayed to talk with them afterward. Devon would have welcomed a temper tantrum then, making them pay for their stupidity and blindness. They knew her well, and how they could have thought she would have wanted that scene spoke only to some buried vulnerability in them both. That Alex might leave them someday, that they weren’t enough for her. They hadn’t trusted their sense of her, and worse, hadn’t trusted her. So they had paid for long months in the currency of emotional anguish and anxiety as a result of their own actions. Both roused from their reverie when Alex began crying quietly again. “Hush, sweetheart,” Jeff crooned. “It’s going to be okay.” He gently wiped the tears from her cheek. “It’s the damn hormones. I’m like a leaky faucet.”

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He rocked her in his arms while Devon stroked her back and the tears eased. Devon put the painful facts into words. “You left us, not because you were mad at us, Alex, but because you thought you had failed us. You were ashamed.” The tears returned, and Alex began to sob. “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay,” Devon whispered. “You have no need to be ashamed. You have never failed us. We failed you.” “We’re going to spend the rest of lives making it up to you, Alex, if you’ll let us,” Jeff added. Devon flashed Jeff a warning over Alex’s head. He wasn’t giving Alex a choice and was furious that Jeff would even open that door. They had to assume that her love for them was still there, that she didn’t hate them. Alex was silent, and Devon watched her carefully. He wanted her to think things through but was alert for any sign of her overthinking and going in a direction they couldn’t allow. They had never stopped searching for Alex. It was a gift when an officer returning from a monthlong vacation called them to say that he thought he had seen Alex on a train in the early morning hours after that fateful night. He and his family had boarded the wrong car, and in traipsing through toward their quarters, he’d observed a young woman curled against the window. Working with runaways as he did, Dunk had immediately thought she was running, especially considering how the tears dripped from her face. But she was on a train, and the fare wasn’t cheap, so he’d adjusted his thinking to see her as a woman sad to leave her family, dressed in the ubiquitous clothing of her generation. It wasn’t until the next day, when he was rested, that the striking similarity to Alex that reflected back from the window struck him. He had gone to seek her out of curiosity, but there was no sign of her. That information gave Devon and Jeff a time frame and a rough area to search, for no one remembered Alex at the station, and there

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was no record of a ticket issued in her name. They obtained a list of all the stations the train would have stopped in and queried local police with her description. A few false leads were all they received, and they assumed she had taken further transportation from wherever she got off. The disappointment, the crushing worry and guilt never lifted, and they slept together every night in the master bedroom with an Alex-sized space between them. Nearly four months after she left, Jeff overheard a conversation that included the word whistle stops. He had dragged Devon away from his desk, explaining as they went to the station. The station manager grudgingly admitted that on occasion the train would actually stop in a place they were not scheduled to do so. It was rare because of the time lost, but sometimes happened if the engineer was granting a favour. They tracked the engineer in question down, and he confirmed stopping in the hamlet of New Bushnell so his uncle wouldn’t have to be picked up and driven back there from the next stop of Estonia. The engineer asked the porter, who agreed that he had let two people off early that morning, the engineer’s uncle and a slender young woman wearing a pink hoodie and clutching a backpack. They took two weeks of their vacation time and headed out that afternoon, planning their method of attack. They easily found her apartment just by talking with the garrulous old men in the hardware store who were also happy to provide her place of employment to Alex’s nice fellows. “I want to believe you. I want to trust you again,” said Alex in a small, quiet voice. “But I need time.” Her tone was flat in their ears. “Rest for a while, Alex. We’ll talk more when you get up. A proper adult conversation, honey,” he claimed ruefully. Alex obediently closed her eyes and within minutes had drifted off to sleep. Devon and Jeff tried to relax beside her but soon were slipping out of bed, covering her with the sheet. Finding their boxers on the floor and quietly putting them on, they shut the bedroom door

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and sat in the kitchen. Jeff grabbed a couple of beers and cracked them open, handing one to Devon. “Can’t say as I’m looking forward to that proper conversation, Dev. I know we have to have it, but…” He tapered off. “Fuck you, Jeff. You’re way better at the soft stuff than I am. I’d like to fuck all that shit out of her, but I’m willing to try for her sake. And if it doesn’t work, then I’m going to fuck her,” Devon stated. He brooded and watched the bedroom door.

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Chapter Twenty-One Alex awoke to a darkened room and major hunger. She recalled the events of the afternoon and realized the adult conversation would take place as soon as she got up. She got out of bed and went to the closet to find her nightgown. Devon poked his head in just as she was pulling it over her shoulders. “Take that off, Alex. We don’t want you wearing clothes around us. That hasn’t changed,” he ordered. “Suck it up, Devon,” Alex answered him with a glare. “I’m going to be dressed for this conversation. I’ve learned a few things about tactics.” She preceded him to the kitchen and pulled a stool to face them across the counter. She wanted some space between her and their hands. **** Jeff looked at their girl, mismatched hair snarled from the sex and kink, no makeup on her beautiful face, thin, wearing the ugliest garment he had ever seen, and he wanted to grab her, run to a corner, and eat her up. He could feel Devon wrestling with strong emotion beside him, but then Devon took a deep breath and seemed to accept her condition. “I want to finish my shift here. It’s the right thing to do. I need to give notice on this apartment, but that’s by the week. I want to have Dr. Owens do my first ultrasound,” she stated. “Done,” said both men in unison. “But I’m not,” she said with a toss of her head.

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“I’ll move back with you, but I want my own room.” Devon shook his head. “Not happening. You can have your own room to work in and keep your clothes like you did, but you are sleeping in our bed, every night. If you have nightmares, or get sick, or anything, we are going to be there for you. Period.” Alex glared at him and compressed her lips but didn’t argue. “I want to pick my own clothes,” she started. “Whatever you want to wear, Alex, is fine with us. But please let us buy you sexy things,” asked Jeff. “Okay. But I want to feel comfortable, and I’m afraid people saw me as a whore in those clothes I wore when I was out with you.” “Alex, no one saw you that way. They saw a beautiful sexy woman. A woman who was so loved. We would never humiliate or embarrass you,” insisted Jeff. **** “I want to travel with my work at times,” she said. “Even if you can’t come with me.” Neither answered her, and she felt some apprehension as the testosterone level rose in the room. “I have to own a part of me,” she insisted, “and I can’t keep cancelling consults when it doesn’t fit your schedules. I lost a lot of contracts because of it. Mind you, I may not even have work to return to,” she concluded bitterly. Devon motioned for Jeff to respond to her, clearly not trusting himself. “I’m sure you’ll get your contracts again, Alex, and if you have to travel and we can’t come with you, we’ll plan something out, I promise,” said Jeff. “But not until the baby comes.” Alex conceded that point. She knew it would take some time to reestablish herself in the field, and it was hard to travel near the end of a pregnancy, at least to the places she went. And those men knew that

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she would find it hard to travel without her baby in all likelihood, so there was no point in arguing further. “And I want a promise that you’ll never ask me to do anything we haven’t discussed or obtained my informed, willing consent to.” Alex could barely look at their faces when she issued her final demand. “We will discuss anything new with you, Alex. We aren’t going to ask your consent to punish you, though,” said Devon gently. Alex nodded. “We have some of our own demands, Alex,” advised Jeff. “You will wear our collar, first and foremost. We’ll be adding a ring in the future when we decide who you are going to marry officially.” “Marry?” “Our baby is going to be born into marriage, even one with two fathers.” Alex said, “I guess we’ll take things one day at a time.” “About that nightgown, Alex.” Devon was already sliding it up over her hips and off over her head. He tossed it in the direction of the garbage bin. Alex reminded him, “I get to choose my own clothes,” but smiled teasingly and allowed them to lead her to the bedroom. Devon pushed her back onto the bed, pulling her legs to fold down over the end. He spread her thighs and gave her an equally teasing smile. His face plunged into her vulva as his fingers spread her labia wide. Alex felt his tongue push into her vagina, and her natural lubricant flooded down. His nose rubbed against her clitoris, and Alex gasped in excitement. Jeff slid his body next to hers, imprisoning her hands above her head in one of his own, and began to suckle her. Her sensitive nipples tingled and burned at his administrations. She tried to sort through the sensations as Devon turned his attention to her clit and Jeff laved her nipples in the same rhythm. A thick finger pushed into her vagina, quickly joined by a second, then a third. Devon’s other hand slid behind her, cupping buttocks, and then a finger slipped between them

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to press against her anus. Alex’s orgasm built swiftly and she went over, calling out their names for the first time in months. Devon moved to her other side, his mouth and cheeks shining with her fluids. He leaned over and kissed her, sucking her tongue to meet his. She tasted herself and his natural, soothing flavour. Jeff reached down to her pussy, pushing into her vagina. Alex squirmed away, not able to tolerate any more stimulation. “It’s okay, darlin’,” he whispered, and she turned to see his eyes dark with passion and tenderness. “I just need to see how wet you are.” Alex relaxed and felt him squeeze lubricant up inside her, spreading it gently with his finger. He added a lot more, pushing ever higher with a nearly gossamer touch. Alex responded with a gentle rocking of her hips, and Devon rolled her to face Jeff. Jeff slid up a little and placed his cock between her labia, following her rocking motion. He inserted the head into her opening, gaining ground inch by inch until she felt him at her cervix. He lifted her thigh and held it high and wide. Devon’s erection was pressing at her back, and he slid it between her buttocks. Alex tensed as her anus was not lubricated and he was so wide and long. “S’okay, honey,” he breathed behind her. “I’m joining Jeff up front.” Oh, God, they were taking her the same way they had that night before the Club. It had been a huge experience, huge in sexual pleasure, but had felt punishing too. They remembered it and wanted to make it better for her. They petted her, stroked her, and murmured encouragement and praise. Devon gathered moisture from around Jeff’s cock and her labia, coating his penis with it. He hooked a finger into her vaginal opening and stretched it back toward him. His cock jabbed at the small space he’d made and began to make an entry. Alex moaned. They would never fit. There wasn’t room. “I’m in,”

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said Devon through gritted teeth. “Move, Alex, move up and down a little.” “I can’t,” she whimpered. “There’s not enough lubrication.” At that moment a gush of fluid from Alex’s G-spot drenched them all, and Alex gasped loudly. She hitched up a bit and settled back. Jeff and Devon groaned and thrust slightly in concert. Alex felt such pressure, such fullness, and began to build toward something enormous. Her vision darkened, her breathing laboured, and the very soles of her feet went numb. Jeff reached down between their bodies and pressed her clit, and Alex exploded, screaming and screaming until her throat went raw. Jeff shouted something hoarsely, and Devon bellowed as their ejaculate scalded her cervix. Alex passed out, literally. **** Jeff anxiously felt for her pulse and put his head to her breast to listen for her heartbeat and relaxed as both slowed and evened out, and she relaxed into slumber. “She’s never done that before, buddy,” stated Jeff. “Maybe we were too hard on her.” “She loved it. You know that. And she will remember this instead of how we did it to her that night,” said Devon. He felt sick when he thought of their intense need to mark her, claim her that night, and how they had focussed on the physicality of it, forgetting to show their love. They had taken her together before, of course, in her pussy and her ass, but never as intimately as within the very essence of her woman’s precious part. “She hasn’t even sucked us off yet, Devon,” whined Jeff. “I miss that wonderful mouth of hers.” Devon laughed, the tension broken. He gently lifted Alex’s head, and Jeff slipped their collar around her neck. Devon secured it with a tiny padlock. She would never be able to take it off again without their help.

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Chapter Twenty-Two Max, the diner’s owner, refused to let Alex finish out her shifts, reassuring her that he had found someone to replace her. Annie cobbled a baby shower together for her, and she was presented with a baby monitor system and a beautiful bassinet. All the staff from the diner was there as well as some of the customers she hadn’t realized knew her. Alex promised to bring the baby to see them and was warmed by their kind response. The ultrasound was an experience she was so grateful to have had with both Jeff and Devon by her side. She knew Jeff had teared up at the sight of the tiny fetus, and Devon repeatedly cleared his throat and stroked her hair. Alex refused to let the doctor tell them the sex of the baby, threatening her men with birthing a baby girl to punish them for their maleness. They took turns having vanilla sex with her every night until they left the small town. Her return to Tulsa wasn’t awkward. Her men had refused to let her pack any of her belongings, leaving them hanging in the closet aside from the clothes on her back. These were removed from her as soon as she entered their house, and stuffed into the nearest garbage bin. She had no time to look around her for changes before Devon had her pulled down onto the living room floor, on top of him. He was still wearing his shirt, though his pants were off, his cock hard and waiting for her. Alex felt him impale her, his hands sculpting her breasts, rolling her nipples, pinching and tweaking. “Better get in there, Jeff, or I’ll be done.” Jeff had already shed his clothes. He lubed his penis and quickly inserted more lube into Alex’s anus. Jeff began to breach the rosebud

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entrance, and Alex pushed back on him, facilitating entry. He surged forward, nearly burying himself, and she cried out at the burn and pressure. Devon immediately stroked her back and kissed her, giving her something else to focus on. “Fuck, man. I don’t think either of us is going to last,” he groaned. Alex shuddered under the onslaught as Jeff fully seated himself. She could feel them both, so close together, separated only by the membrane between her colon and vagina. So full, so complete. “Somebody move, please,” she choked out. They fell into the remembered thrust and parry, Devon lunging, Jeff retreating, and Alex hanging on for the ride. Time stood still for Alex, and then she shattered, coming apart around them. They continued to thrust, and she found herself scaling the heights again. This time they fell with her. Two hands came to stroke her belly. “Welcome home, darlin’,” murmured Jeff. “I’m going to rest awhile, and then we’ll tie you to the bed,” muttered Devon. Her men, alike yet different. Alex felt loved and wanted. They couldn’t do anything more to prove themselves. She knew that their relationship wouldn’t always be smooth, but they would talk about it, oh, they would talk. Alex never wanted to be away from them again.

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Epilogue Alex couldn’t take the pain much longer. She tried to be brave, but nothing could have prepared her for childbirth. The contractions came in waves, not giving her enough time to get ready to face the next one. Devon sat behind her, bracing her back and rubbing her shoulders. Jeff fed her ice chips and wiped her face, smoothing her abdomen between contractions, murmuring to her and ignoring her threats to his and Devon’s privates. “I need to push,” she cried. “Now!” Devon leaned her forward slightly, and Jeff folded the birthing chair away from her bottom, leaving her legs supported. He stepped to the side to allow room for the doctor to move between her legs. The gowned and masked figure calmed her, as did his instruction to bear down. Jeff nearly shouted, “I see the baby!” “Come on, honey,” murmured Devon. “You can do this. You’re so brave and strong.” Alex panted. “I’m going to shove that big gel dildo up your ass when we get home, lover boy, oh!” She gasped as another need to push overwhelmed her. She had a moment later to see Jeff’s involuntary smirk. “And there’s a butt plug with your name on it, Jeffrey James Staples.” No telling what the delivery room staff thought of her statements because Alex took that moment to push out a perfect baby boy. He really didn’t look like any of his parents yet, but his lusty howls and reddened face spoke of a temper. Alex cradled him to her chest once he was cleaned, and he latched on to the exposed nipple, sucking

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furiously. The silence made them all smile. “A breast man,” Devon breathed. Jeff just kept smiling and blinked back his tears.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR I live in cottage country in Manitoba, Canada. My only wish is for warmer weather in the winter! I work in the human-services field and have been married to the same man for many years. Our two children are grown and live away from home. I have written before, primarily poems and short stories published in small venues. I've never written in this genre until now but have read a number of books recently and have enjoyed the romance and the erotica. True love appears to be worth the long, hard slog to get there.

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